Battle Field Poem by Cody Averesch

Battle Field

Rating: 2.2


Click clack can you hear us coming
Suiting up in the locker room
Ready to fight it out with the opponent
Walking towards the field,
With eyes locked on the prize
To win, never to fail, never to fall
Each hard hit drives us further
Click clack is the last thing heard,
Before stepping on the field of glory.

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