Victory

• Matteo Cleverley, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2018

The soft, dewy grass against my coarse skin,
To run, and to pass and to never ever sin.
Screaming and yelling, yet it is so quiet,
Then all of a sudden, it’s back to a riot
I’m thinking of scoring that game winning try
Before I hear, an ear splitting cry.
An opposition player, so big and so fast,
Is moving so swiftly, along the grass.
I step to my left and watch him fly through,
And through the gap that he left I flew.
Just one more defender I had to get past,
Their line of defence, he was their last.
I ran straight at him and dropped it on the toe,
Over his head and towards the line it did go.
I chased the ball hard, it was really quite fine,
And then I regathered and dived on the line.