Seattle Seahawks
The trees were still
a man with great skill
Listening to the crowd
Cheering,cheering
Cheering them on prowd
The seahawks were losing
While the rams were cruising
10 yards to go
Pressure,pressure
Starting up at there foe
The man received the ball
Charging like a bull
Stepping and spinning past the foes
Running,running
Knowing they will never be bros
Jumping up and down Yelling chahoo
While his fans screaming woo hoo
Tears falling from my eyes
Crying,crying
A step closer to the prize
Hi Setefano,I like your poem and I think it is set out very well,but maybe next time you could add some pictures aswell.
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