I am from Siena Heights soccer camp
and the awesome lunches they had there
from playing games
to doing drills
and making friends
I am from people yelling ''pass me the ball''
to coaches telling me to''try this next time''
from having fun to being serious
I am from having water fights with friends on the hot days
and giant tubs of purple gatorade
from dribbling, passing, and shooting
from coach Hans to coach Scooter
and all the players running around
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Nice job, Elizabeth! I can clearly see the details you've chosen to include in this poem. It sounds like soccer camp is a TON of work, but very rewarding.
ReplyDeleteKeep writing!