Poetry-Sports

jump

my toes grip the edge as i peer down down into the blue hole of gloom my heart becomes a motorcycle running on the adrenaline of summer adventure wind scrapes my cheek as my knees shake weakly the dark swirls call me chanting jump pulling me with a rope i drop Juliet Del Fabbro, 11Richmond, VA Abigail Craven, 13Harland, WI

Penalty Kick

Overtime. Golden Goal. As I place the ball in a circle, I think about where I should place the shot. top left bottom left top right bottom right I wait for the whistle my team is silent but the crowd is roaring pressure is on nerves rush through me suddenly the crowd silences the whistle blows I sprint toward the ball the crowd stands my shot swift quick hard and low right the keeper dives for the ball I turn my head don’t even watch I know I won the game. Hudson Jetton, 12Hoover, Alabama

Home Plate

Ah, Baseball! My favorite sport. I feel the excitement and adrenalin running through me As we begin the game. I’m in my favorite position, The catcher’s spot, With the batter right beside me. I sign the pitch to the pitcher And the pitcher winds up. I see the ball sailing toward me And I hear the thud of the ball in my mitt. But wait, what’s this? A man stealing second? I must throw him out! I pop up as quick as I can, To zap the ball to the second baseman. The throw, The slide, The tag. And the umpire calls it… OUT! Hooray! As I squat down for the next pitch, I smile and think, “This is where I belong, Right behind Home Plate.” Ross Mangels, 11Skopje, Macedonia