Light rain fell from
a passing cloud
onto the 10 year old fledgling face
the field has straw colored grassy spots,but mostly good old dirt...
White goal posts glare..
.no bench sitters..all players play..
The coach pats each
boy's head....then he bellows
affectionately..."OK, OK..keep on it...
stay with the ball....push it
now..don't kick..that's it...
keep it moving...'Oh, No!!' (grimace)
...'.he kicked it'...g*#d%!"
Another ball slipped
by the goalie...."Meathead!!
Now...pass it!"...a blur of legs struggle
for the ball, tangled..."Ouch!"..
A snap is heard and silence ensues.."Get him
some help..now!! I'm going over there...jeez!
Take it to the side."
"Oh boy, one down, you o.k
son? Doc says you are out of the game.
Take care now, hear?" Clapping, time outs over,
the other half due to start...."Wake up, Andrew..
.enough sleeping out there!
Devin!..throw it in....how about some support...??
Hey...I need you over here, not back there!?"
"Way to go..lead the way....
Now, cross over...
pass it to him...Defense!!..where's the defense!?"
Could be a scene from Les Miserables..
bruised jaws, gangling growing arms and torn
garments. Sweat builds up and drips;
somebody steps on wrists...muddy feet..
this scaled down mini
"Stay with it! good boot.."
Like fish out of water..
..our future's men..
the clock runs out...
Ok, guys, next time, next time..
By the way, practice is on Tuesday
ya gotta learn to run with it..
Fresh oranges to quench..
"It's OK, they had more back up..
...it's all right, Buddy, next time!
- 4:30 sharp!!
Be there -
..great game guys..
way to play!"
It's Open Link night over at dversepoets.com where more than one hundred post their poetry...please fell welcome to join in reading other entries this week. Any subject is a go on Tuesdays. A soccer game, played last month, could be an analogy for life - with stops and starts and back and forths but I wrote it simply as an observer in the physical sense ;)