The Save
The last shootout shot is here
And I stand between the pipes
He steps onto the ice with his
jersey with stripes.
The season’s on the line
I can’t afford to fail
Cuz if I do all my hard work
Will end in one big tale
The whistles blown and he comes down
With tremendous speed
As scared as I was at that moment
I had to do my deed
I come out high to challenge him
And then he goes around me
In that moment then I thought
“Oh no how could this be?”
I fling myself across the net
That’s all i thought to do
“Who can help me now?” I thought
Who, Who, Who?
The crowd was cheering on their feet
which I could not believe
We were the home team not them
Then I became relieved
I somehow saved the puck
Somehow saved the day
Then I knew what that would mean
No more suicide lines HOORAY!
After that big shootout save
Coach is really proud of me
And i know this because of one thing
He made me starting goalie
This poem was written/submitted by ShadowStalker.
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