| ~Summer Practice~ The dew on the ground The air cold and thin There's not yet a sound Just me and my frin. I run to the line Touch it and turn. I'll slip but not whine. It's my turn to learn. They start to file in, One by one, two by two. It's time for us to win, It's time for you! The sun starts to brighten, The sky turns to pink As the field stars to lighten I stop and I think. "Next year we'll have grown. Next year we'll be strong. We'll be on our own, But we will never be wrong. The game will be your life, So live it to it's best. Soccer, That's Right! There's no time for rest!" --;--{@ Emily @}--;-- |