Lacrosse+Poem

Their was a wined up shot! Underhand Shot the stick came around with a snap and wind whistling off the stick like a fighter plane. Then utter and complete silence till the ball reaches the net a loud snap of the net perfect top left. The sun shinnying down like god is watching the game be played and a spotlight of sun other the field and the way the light hits the dew on the grass you can see mini rainbows all over the ground. The heavy air in the player stomach be fore the whistle, The light bounding from post to post when the goal steps in he owns this spot he will not let even sun light pass into his to the goal Hearing steps on the ground like hove beats deep breathing like theirs a shortage of air in the world yelling for the ball for a chance for glory