Wednesday, November 7, 2007

The Battlefield

For many months
Each time of year
Wars are fought
Both far and near

On either side
Lining up
So none can hide

All dressed up
In battle gear
Running towards
The one who’s near

Fighting hard
To make them fall
Stop the one
That has the ball

A battlefield
Where no one dies
A game they play
They're all allies

By, Randee Saber 11/7/07