The+Goal+Poem



__**The Goal**__

Sliding on his back Sense of direction is lost Yet pursuit of the goal has not ended

Goalie scrambling to get to the goal But soon retreats As Alex is sliding on his back

He doesn’t know though That number 8 has not yet retreated And he fires

GOAL! The puck has trickled in And the men in white earn the W

Lights are flashing Horns are roaring and the entire stadium is dumbfounded

Yet they join the horn And erupt in cheer For number 8