Perfect Dream
Screams and cheers
perfectly trimmed soccer fields
the women's world cup
it's the championship match
i'm decked in the red white and blue
of the USA
the whistle blows piercing our ears
the game is underway
intense competition
who will give in first
in what seems like only two minutes
the game is coming to an end
a score has yet to come
twenty seconds left
the fans are on their feet
I receive the ball
top of the eighteen
I take the final shot
SWOOSH!!!
the sweet sound of the ball hitting
the back of the net
the whistle blows
the fans erupt
and then
I wake up...
Copyright © J-Lynn H. | Year Posted 2009
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