Tendions coil and release
Each muscle is flexed with exertion.
His mind is completly focused on the game before him
Every thought consists of strategies.
Swerving and veering between players
He has one goal:
Get passed the goalie.
The people that crowd his peripheral blur
His eyes zero in on the ball.
The final seconds approach
The last kick sends the ball
sailing into the net.
The thrill of excitment
Knocks him to his knees.
We won!
i love soccer! i like this poem cuss its about soccer! well done :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Was this written in Josh's honor? It kinda sounds just like something he'd force you to write...