Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2019
It's Friday night,
I've got a game
We play the Indians,
My best friend's team

My uniform's on
It's only 4 o'clock
Mom says we leave
5:30 on the dot

Tonight's our first game
I'm fast in my new cleats
My glove's broken-in
'cause I've slept on it for weeks

I'm still a little nervous,
but not about playing
I'm wondering which girls are there
and what I'm going to be saying
MT Browder
Written by
MT Browder
  224
     rose hopkins, Sue Huff, ---, --- and Fawn
Please log in to view and add comments on poems