Matthew R. Callies

Nine on the Field

The whistle blows, the ball rolls free,

Players dart across the grassy ground.

Nine-a-side, a smaller team to see,

Every pass and tackle tightly bound.

 

Players dart across the grassy ground,

Feet fly fast, the chase is on.

Every pass and tackle tightly bound,

A sprint, a dodge, the lead is gone.

 

Feet fly fast, the chase is on,

The ball arcs high beneath the sun.

A sprint, a dodge, the lead is gone,

The crowd cheers loud for every run.

 

The ball arcs high beneath the sun,

Nine-a-side, a smaller team to see.

The crowd cheers loud for every run,

The whistle blows, the ball rolls free.