The pocket; <br />Brilliantly webbed nylon mesh. <br />Waiting for the hard rubber ball <br />to willingly return to its home. <br /> <br />The shaft; <br />Gently shaped aluminum. <br />Waiting for it’s sole owners grasp. <br />Fierce hands held together with honor, <br />with pride. <br />A warriors hands. <br /> <br />A field full of champions. <br />Team uniforms in sync. <br />Opponents appearances so different. <br />Mindsets so alike. <br />Intentions of victory, glory, superiority. <br /> <br />Adrenaline: <br />Moonless liquid. <br />Replacing my naturally flowing blood stream. <br />Powerful molten running through my veins. <br />Pumping my heart, controlling my brain. <br /> <br />A puppet: <br />Strings being pulled by a thunderous drum beat- <br />My heart: <br />A boulder at full tilt, <br />rolling down the potholed road. <br />My body, cast under a spell. <br />Insides booming from the pounding boulder. <br />Opposed by a stable outer layer. <br />Keen eyes, Steady hands. <br /> <br />One foot in front of the other, <br />An army of warriors saunter to the field<br /><br />Libby Simpkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-lacrosse/
