Ode To Soccer

by Angel


Kicking the white and black ball
as I run towards victory
Every time I touch you I get this feeling,
Like there is nothing else in the world
without soccer the world wouldn’t exist
the balls are like money
the field is like family.
Every time I step on the field my
mind is set on the game.
The greatest sport in the world.
A soccer ball is like the moon, it has craters and sometimes faces.
The players race down the fields, trying hard to steal the prize.

Click here to post comments

Join in and write your own page! It's easy to do. How? Simply click here to return to Submit a Poem.

   


Search Here for Poetry



Click here if you love us! Follow Me on Pinterest