six+room+poem

Football Jacob Bastarache Mrs.Dabrush sec.2 5/30/12

=FOOTBALL=

We march on to the field like gladiators ready for combat. As the turf is felt under your feet the helmet covers your head.

The crowd cheering at Natick field, the coaches yelling and the cheer leaders rooting for their team. The sound so great, the ground is shaking.

Butterflies fill my stomach as I prepare to put my body in the way of danger and put my self in a state of mind where i cannot be touched The lights of the field are blinding as we take the field as a team.

How old is that kid? He doesn’t look fifteen. How many points will you score? How many tackles will you get? Who will win the battle?

Touchdown! Touchdown! Touchdown!