Soccer Poem by Meg Mendel

Soccer



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!

Thursday, March 17, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: running,soccer
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