Loud Green Field

April 13, 2018
By laurendeleo BRONZE, Wyckoff, New Jersey
laurendeleo BRONZE, Wyckoff, New Jersey
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Tying the knot on my cleat,
giving it one final tug.
Slowly jogging onto the field,
getting into position.

The grass was a soft green carpet,
that went on for miles.
The new white lines on the grass,
so fresh you could see they were still wet.
The whistle blew and the game was underway.

Running down the sideline,
running as fast as a cheetah.
The sound of the loud parents shouting,
as I sprinted forward.

Running, running, running,
Until I couldn’t run anymore.
Passing the ball to a teammate,
and taking a breather.

The wind was so strong,
the trees started to dance,
Swaying back and forth,
back and forth.

Eventually when the game ends,
the teams shake hands,
then suddenly the once action packed field,
was left alone,
As silent as the night.

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