Soccer Ball

A single soccer player
On the gren and grassy feild
Running to and fro to play
Refusing still to yeild
The ball a flying, checkered blur
Its shadow falls behind
As it's plunged between the goal post
And he wins in his own mind
Walking out to center feild
His head held high and proud
He stops to say a silent prayer
As the feild's eclipsed beneath the clouds
The ball atlast rests calm and still
As the player dons his hat
Takes one more glimpse behind
Before he finally turns his back