My Sport

My Sport

A Poem by wolff

When the ball hits my foot,
I smile.
The black and white spins
on for miles. 

I shoot for the goal,
and miss by a lot.
Coach tells me to shoot for the goal,
not the parking lot.

I shoot again,
this one comes a little nearer.
Coach tells me it was a nice shot,
I should be a little clearer.

Once more do I kick the ball,
and this one goes straight in. 
Coach tells me it was amazing,
and I feel my grin.

This is my sport,
the one that I love.
The one that makes me stronger, 
and helps me learn.

This is my sport, 
the one that fits like a glove.
The one that I want to play longer,
and the one for which I yearn.

Soccer.

© 2015 wolff


Author's Note

wolff
What do you think of the rhymes? Do they make sense or does it seem like I was just trying to rhyme random words?

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Your rhymes really do make sense. I can tell your love for the game too. Personally, I have never been very athletic but I admire those who are. Sports of any kind isn't just a game but hard work! You did well!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

wolff

8 Years Ago

Thanks so much!
MelissaAndres

8 Years Ago

You are very welcome!

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