Football Field

Football Field
By Isaiah Lorenzo


We go to the park early in the morning

The sun is still rising

The sky is pink, orange, and yellow

It smells like chili and hot dogs

from the concession

Sounds like everyone’s pumped to play

I find my bright yellow team

We are playing in the hot sun

I get subbed on the sidelines

It is blazingly hot!

I get a wet and moist towel around my neck

It is like the north pole on my neck

I go back to play

Now it is like the sahara desert

I am dying in the heat

Our game’s over, we win!

Now it’s time to go to the beach

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