On the feild, by tara denana
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Out on the feild
9 minutes to go
no sorry feelings will yeild
its go all out..
for the gold
they're up 2-1
in the final game of the season
if its not won..
then what what the reason?
Play your heart out
a pep talk was given
as we stand there and pout
i made the decison
i was going to win the game
i could not do it alone
i wanted the fame
but i didnt want to go home
so i gathered the team
and told them my plan
all i said was..
play your hardest and we'll win
so at the end of the time out
i said in for a break
we screamed and yelled outloud
our teams name!
back on the feild 7 minutes to go
i had the ball
and there was the goal
a perfect shot
but where was my confidence
i passed the ball out wide
and waited till i saw it
the goalie picked it up
but then she dropped it
this had never happened
but i went after it
i was about to take the hit
then it bounced off the goal post
and right back to my feet
i jerked back my leg
and struck it with flaming heat
the ball hit side netting
we had tied not been beat!
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Posted: 2005-08-03 03:55:20 UTC |
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2005-08-04 00:50:54 | ~~~~GLOSTARG~~~~ |
W.T.G.!!excellent action ,and a good moral to the poem. Good job! :) |