The Keeper's Poem
In the heart of the pitch, where legends are made,
Stands the guardian steadfast, in sunlight and shade.
With gloves like armor and eyes sharp as hawks,
He waits for the challenge, where silence then talks.
The whistle is blown, the battle begins,
As forwards like arrows aim to score wins.
But fear not, dear keeper, for you hold the line,
With reflexes honed sharp, like aged finest wine.
The ball flies like lightning, a blur in the air,
You spring with a flourish, defying the dare.
A dive to the left, a leap to the right,
In moments of glory, you emerge from the fight.
With each thrilling save, the crowd starts to roar,
The love of the game, it ignites to the core.
In jerseys adorned with the dreams of your kin,
You've blocked every chance, you've kept out the sin.
For it’s more than just football, it’s heart on display,
In the eyes of the keeper, a story at play.
The last line of defense, with courage imbued,
You revel in pressure, and rise to the feud.
So raise up your hands, let your spirits take flight,
With each perfect stop, you rewrite the night.
For you are the sentinel, fierce and sublime,
In this beautiful game, you stand through all time.