Prepositional Poetry
On the turf
Through the air, Over the defenders head.
Sailed the beautiful spiral of a ball, Into the Receivers hands,
Sprinting down the sidelines, leaping into the end zone,
The crowd goes berserk,
The ball goes to the holder,
The kicker strikes it through the goalposts,
The game is over, The smell of victory reeks through the stadium.
By: James, Kyle, and Tarun
Photo Credit: Matthew Paulson via Compfight