The PitchA Poem by Miss Anna
The open air
The box of the net Your muscles jumping You know this is it. One goal One mind One team One ball The score is tied The rain starts falling Your lungs forcing the air You can feel the sting. Ninety minutes Eleven players FIfteen ounces One hundred meters And you run. © 2011 Miss AnnaAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on April 13, 2011 Last Updated on April 21, 2011 Tags: soccer, sports, determination, goals, team AuthorMiss AnnaWichita, KSAboutI want to take this world and dust it off. Take the corruption and tears and sorrow and give it all a little shake. Make the world fresh, make it what it was. more..Writing
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