The Game of Soccer

Stadium overcrowded by hooligans and fans

Cheering, waving flags, and clapping their hands Players on the field, they’re ready to start

There goes the whistle; it pumps up their hearts Adding strength to the ball, and kicking it high

The ball travels overhead, how beautiful it can fly

Over center field, and still it goes strong

Pass received with ease, and the player runs long There he goes, for his opponent’s goal

He dribbles through each player; he’s on a roll He takes the shot, and curves it by

The keeper dives for it, far and high The goalie misses it; the ball’s in the net

There’s a moment of silence, and no regrets

The winners jump for joy, that win was a must

Opponents, heads tilt down low, they leave in disgust A player’s life fulfilled is playing world class,

To be playing all year long on the rich green grass Play with heart, that’s the real answer

Of how to play the true game of soccer.

This poem was written/submitted by Kristen-chantelle Woo.