Soccer

by Tiffany   Nov 29, 2004


The smell of the grass on a warm day.
Cleats gliding across, slinging dirt everywhere.
Sweat perspiring into the air.
Soccer balls flying high through the stadium.

Slide tackling through the field.
Running with all the speed you have in you.
Injuries prevailing it all.
For that victory goal right into the net.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Gracie Jo

    Oh I loved this! So awesome! =)

  • 19 years ago

    by LQFootballer67

    it does feel good to make a goal, espically when you try and run hard! great job!

  • 19 years ago

    by Scaleeski

    Beautiful

    Chris