Pulsing
by Melinda Yang

Adrenaline rams through my system tense,
My stance feels as if it's formed into cement.
All eyes are staring past the netted fence.
The great pride in our souls we represent.

It's for our school, for ourselves, and for you,
We play for passion and of course strong wins.
Our nerves are pulsing when score's two to two.
When I think of past victories, I grin.

The whistle blows to begin our last game,
She smoothly served the ball which arched across.
Oh, wrong move you cost us and end in shame.
In spite of that the bad thoughts out we toss.

This competition we kiss goodbye now,
Next year expect us with fierce hearts I vow.

Poet Spotlight: Melinda Yang

Melinda is a 7th grade student in Mr. Welch's class.