Running down the field, dribbling the ball.
The fresh air, it’s nice in the fall,
The sun shines brightly on my face.
I wouldn’t want to be any other place.
Take a shot, whoosh, hit the net.
Hear the crowd ‘round me roar,
Feel my adrenaline soar!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem