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"Beyond The Field" by Hasson Cantarero Hernandez

The grass is wet from the sprinklers getting

the field ready for the game.

From the center of the field you can see both 

goal nets ready to be defended by opposing teams. 


The wind blows across a player's face.

It brings to the nose the sent of grass and 

sweaty jerseys. 

From the field you can hear fans chanting 

And cars honking their horns as they pass by


You can hear the loud thump of the soccer ball 

being kicked across the field.

You can see the cross bar vibrate after the ball 

Violently smashes into it. 


From the field players observe the love and 

hate the fans give.

You can feel the nervousness, pressure, obligation 

and the motivation to win.


Your body chills as soon as the first kick is taken.

And the fans roar in excitement because the game has 

begun. 

The body grows tired but the sense of love, desire, and 

Motivation drives you to push harder. 

 

The first, second, and third goal drop in the net and the 

final whistle blows, the game is won. 

Happiness, excitement, and accomplishment fills the 

body, it’s a great feeling but you don’t know how to react 

So you just smile and stare in awe. 


As you leave the field, you receive chills and turn around

Instantly you re-live everything that just went down and smile.

Eyes fill up with joy and your mouth move to bring into 

reality the words:

“This is my home”

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