A ball glides in the grass,
And into a netted goal.
A crowd cheers delightfully.
Another game has been won.
One team savors victory,
While the other accepts defeat.
Author's Notes/Comments:
This, like all other poems in this folder, were written by me when I was 12 years old, and half the time, they make no sense. You'll realize as you move on to my more recent poetry, is a lot better.