Poem

The foul has been called
it's in the box
"Chris, take it"
This is my time

The ref hands me the ball
I set it down
"uh.."
I move it back
"Better."
This is my time

Tweet!
It's just me and the keeper
Step up, wind up
and shoot
This is my time

I strike the ball
It rises like an airplane
It spins like a merry-go-round
It curves- like a perfect circle
It hits the post like two trains colliding
It hits the net like a gracious dancer
This is my time


In this poem I used
repetition twice-"It" and "This is my time"
onomatopoeia twice- "uh..." and "Tweet!"
simile- last stanza