Monday, April 14, 2008

Sonnet

The sport of the Iroquois graceful, fast
At the same time it is grueling and rough
Greats like the Gaits go hard until the last
If you play this sport you better be tough
The pads are the armor, the stick is the sword
The game is like a battlefield of old
And on a battlefield you are never bored
You must fight through opponents untold
But the pain is worth it when you hear the crowd roar
When you see that the winning goal was just scored


3 comments:

Analia's School Blog said...

Good job, your imagery is great. It must be a lot of hard work, but you still really enjoy it. If I were you I would be that you try not to make sentences.

ipo:) said...

i really liked your word choice; it really set great imagery in my head. but, you need to separate your lines into three groups of four lines and then the last two. but besides that GOOOOODD JOOBBB:)

kaiy518 said...

"And on a battlefield you are never bored" That line kind of seems out of place... you could probably describe the hostility of the game more...