Jason Linder
Late
3/19/04

Late Triumph

I wipe the sweat from my forehead.
My breath comes in short heavy gasps.
The little orange ball comes my way,
As well as my opponent his yellow stick up.
I smack the ball away, using my blue stick,
To my other teammates.
The opposing goalie prepares herself,
And puts her larger red stick up in defense.
I run up, trying to smack it past her
Into the net.
But it doesn't go in.
I try again,
It doesn't go in.
I try again,
It doesn't go in.
I try again,
And it goes soaring over
The tangle of red, yellow, and blue.
Landing inside the net.
A sharp whistle blows.
I jump and shout in triumph.
I actually scored a point!
It's unbelievable,
And it feels great.
For, I gave it my all.