Goalkeeper's Dream

• Jack De Groot, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2014

I’m waiting, I see the ball
It’s white and black.
I start to sweat
It’s hot, humid and sticky.
The striker gets really close with the ball
He gets ready to kick; he kicks the ball at me.
I dive for it…
I just touch the rough ball away from the goal.
Suddenly I am lifted into the cold air
It’s blowing against my face.
Everyone is cheering my name
We have won the match.