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The Game

by Emily Skoglund


We got on the bus that early March day.

We turned on many roads to get to the rink.

We had desire to win.

We were a young team.

We all had our hair tied back hanging over our numbers.

We observed the other team as they lined up on the blue line.

We were showered in sweat by the end of the game.

We struggled to score just one more goal.

We wept when it was over.

We lost the championship game.