April 7, 2011
By , centerville, IA
Footballs are thrown fast
I hope the throw will last
Make it to his hands

The crowd sitting in awe
excitement builds up
The throw is made touchdown!

The crowd bursts out loud
yelling for the player
his hands are up high

The game is won barely
he falls to his knees
yelling in victory

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whateverjuliet said...
May 6, 2011 at 10:14 am


I love the inspiration in this poem, and the last stanza is the best!

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