Posted by MFish

The frozen rain, angles in,
Stinging, unprotected skin,
Driven by relentless wind,
Soaking all.
Running, slipping and falling down.
Where once was ground,
Is only mud and standing water.
The noise from parents, coaches
And their friends,
Never ends.
Win or lose, the parents are upset,
The children are just cold and wet.

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Tess • 04/24/2018 at 11:12PM Like

Very nice and true

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