Gathering my clothes
As we get off the bus.
Our team walks slowly
Toward the locker room,
Trying to keep our cool.
Walking toward the benches
A whisper of the wind
Rolled across the field,
Drawing both teams
To their positions.
After the slight sound,
Of the ball moving
everyone knew,
As we get off the bus.
Our team walks slowly
Toward the locker room,
Trying to keep our cool.
Walking toward the benches
A whisper of the wind
Rolled across the field,
Drawing both teams
To their positions.
After the slight sound,
Of the ball moving
everyone knew,
It was game time.
I like the imagery and flow of the words! Great poem! :p
ReplyDeleteI really feel like I'm there. Great word chose and rhythm
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