Footballs like an Art

Ethan21

The field is our canvas, The ball is our brush, We paint with our feet, In a beautiful rush.

We weave through defenders, And take to the air, Our moves are a dance, A sight to ensnare.

We pass with precision, Our team is our pride, We fight for each other, Until the whistle has died.

The game is a battle, But it's also a gift, For when we play football, Our spirits lift.

So let's lace up our boots, And step on the field, For in this game we love, Our true selves are revealed.

  • Author: Ethan21 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 9th, 2023 16:16
  • Category: Special occasion
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Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    Yeah, football is all consuming
    playing a match
    much like traversing, at life...
    (loved this, thanks for sharing
    YNWA!)

    • Ethan21

      thank you, glad you enjoyed it!



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