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The Game
I stepped on the field when I was 12.
Standing tall but weighted down with fear.
It was the first game of the season
Beneath my feet was the turf that so many others had been victorious.
And I wondered,
Would it be the same for me?
As I walked onto the field
The sky burning a bright, beautiful, and vivid blue.
The team makes me feel safe almost as a family would
I turned away to see all the people in the stands
Here to support us.
I looked at the team and said “OC ON THREE.”
They repeated back to me “1,2,3 OC!”
We walked on the field.
It was a bright sunny day.
The sun scorching down, a dessert
Or that was what it seemed
As the ball flew up in the air
She caught it
Then the ball passed to me
I caught it and bolted for the goal
My stick in my sweaty hands,
I could taste dryness in my mouth before I shot
As the ball glided into the goal
I knew
This would be my forever sport.
We walked off that field
We were on top of the world.
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I am thirteen years old, live in Oregon City, and play for their youth girls lacrosse team. My poem is about the first game of last year's season