Everyone’s screaming and all are nervous,
Just two goals seperate the winner and the loser,
The goal shoot on the mini marshmallows shoots and it goes in,
Then it is the Hotchocs passoff,
They get it to the goal,
The goal keep intercepts the ball,
The ball goes out and its the mini marshmallows pass in,
Then the worst sound happens,
The buzzer goes.
We had lost the final by ONE point,
We had tried our best and it was a great game to play.
September 7, 2008 @ 3:29 pm
There’s nothing wrong with second! I like the way you used a poetry form for this post – it seemed to give extra excitement.
September 29, 2008 @ 10:20 pm
Hi Bridie,
Second is still good, sometimes it’s good that you don’t win because you can learn how to be a good loser.
Lisa
megan
October 9, 2008 @ 1:20 pm
Instead of saying, “We lost,” say “We came in 2nd!” It’s not so bad and it makes you feel better about the game. I like the way you made it into a poem. I like your blog. Please come check out mine.
October 16, 2008 @ 4:16 am
Hey, Bridie!
This post is really good! You have such a way with words and definetly described it suspenseful. This poetry form is also a great idea.
Best Regards,
Fariha
jeff
October 17, 2008 @ 11:33 am
hey
im from a state called Connecticut in the US
i love sports just i guess you do
check out my blog…
http://jeffa09.edublogs.org/
thanks
Michael
October 21, 2008 @ 8:18 am
Who I could really feel the emotion in that but I don’t get it is this soccer or what. BNut really cool blog.
Michael
michaelgrh16.edublogs.org
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