Poetry slam poem, Hunter Davis, Mrs. Johnson.

When on the field,
Every move counts...
Every shuffle
Every stutter
Every mistake
Every heartbeat...

You must consistently be on edge
You cant let others get into your head,
While at the same time,
You're trying to get into theirs.
You have to follow the ball.
Before the play, during, and even after.
You cant just do your own thing...

Theirs rules,
Plays to be ran,
Men to cover,
Places to be,
At certain times,
Opportunities to take,
Risks to make...
And if you're not where you're supposed to be,
You blow it all, for yourself,
for your team.

When on the field,
Every move counts, defines you.
As a player,
As a team.

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