Soccer Poem
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Oliver Kuk, Grade 4
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Poetry
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2016
The grass was glowing green,
The goal post reflecting in the sun.
Lines marked fresh on the pitch,
The ball awaits for some fun.
The crowd roared extremely loud,
Clapping hands, stomping feet on the ground.
Which team will win, nobody knows.
It's anyone's game, time will show.
Kicking, dribbling and some tricky skills,
Coming down the line in the air the ball flew.
Goal, goal, goal, what a thrill,
It's full time, the whistle blew.