Sweat streams down my face,
And my skin turns red under the watchful eye of the sun.
The sound of shoes pounding the earth is deafening
As my enemies charge down the road towards me.
I can sense the shooter is going to miss;
All at once, the ball collides into my chest.
Screams of victory roar across the street, as my team congratulates me.
The orange road hockey ball
Rests lovingly in my glove.