Marisa Stone

I Remember.....

I remember waking up on a radiant Saturday
morning dawning my blue shorts, white and blue jersey,
and my black cleats ready to play the game of my life

I remember arriving at the field
the car parked, the door opened, I stepped on the
luscious green grass ready to play the game

I remember my team stampeding to our coach
waiting for him to tell us how to play the game

He reminded us if we win this
we are the best in the league

I remember scoring goals left and right
knowing that we could be the best

I remember they scored and we were tied with
one minute left to play

We were exhausted with grass stains on our
uniforms with sweat dripping from our faces


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