Beowulf Poem

The grass whispered as the wind brushed by where
Anticipating players stood waiting
For the whistle to be blown
To play with all of their hearts desire

The screeching-loud noise was sounded
Starting the game. The players went for the ball
Kicking it this way and that, up and down the Grass covered field.

The opposing team was coming up to the others Goal, the keeper watching their every move
One moment the ball was on the ground and then Next it was flying in the air, making the goal

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