Toward my hands the ball comes
My eyes darting from receiver to receiver
All of the receivers are covered, making my mind spin
Stepping up in the pocket huge lineman around me
Boom!
My body tenses as the nose guard hits me from behind
My mind tells me that I’m going to fall, but that isn’t an answer
I put my hand down and balance myself and it works
I sprint across the line they call the line of scrimmage
Juking the linebacker and across the 50
I beat the safety and sprint into the end zone
My breaths short and heart pumping
I have scored a touchdown
One Comment
I think you have a very discriptive poem. Is it a true story.