| Hockey Goalies Come In All Sizes ...and the heart inside them varies greatly |
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| An easy shot! |
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One Goal - Mine
I skate the net and strut my stuff
Looking bold as brass.
Steeled and making ready for
What will come to pass.
I chose to play the last defense.
At times I have regrets.
Waiting on a breakaway
Is lonely as it gets.
My team just scored another goal
Their thrill I surely see.
Come my failure OR success
Eyes are all on me.
Now they missed a heavy chance
More easy said then done.
In the zone and passed to me
Would the game be won?
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The net I hold with patience.
Practiced with my shot.
Velocity out to the boards
A hint of what I've got.
There's always possibility
As players cruise the ice.
Shutting down a player's shot
I must admit is nice.
I can't resist a burst from blue
I see their empty net
Rifle shot to clear the puck
Assist is all I get.
I bide my time here in the net
A future goal is mine.
Delivered up and out of net
Just outside the line.
©2008Artica Burr
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First Kiss
Every time I see him play
Thoughts travel - memory mine.
Of the first time in his pads
To novice goalie time.
First move that was made
He came to land aground.
Branded a new goalie
To all who stood around.
Like motions of a turtle
Spinning on his shell
Feeling awful, mortified
Because indeed he fell.
He rose to the occasion
Began to earn his stripes.
By the end of practice
None had any gripes.
In fact his recomposure
Was awesome in itself.
Undaunted heart and attitude
Trademark to top shelf.
Just raw nerve and instinct
He leaned into the puck.
By the close of practice
Coach knew he was in luck.
©Artica Burr 2007
Guts before glory!
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Presents
A goalie's job is winning big.
He'd better, heaven knows.
One period to another
He best be on his toes.
A goalie knows his weakness.
He sees it all the time.
On those infernal videos
Where pucks do cross the line.
For each success or failure
Is filmed for all to see.
Time enough to view the tapes
And see what came to be.
Watch your saves on Jumbo Tron
And take that little pause?
You'll get a gift that's small and black
And NOT from Santa Claus!
©Artica Burr 2007
Goalies best not take their eye off the puck!
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No Summer Breeze
It might be a catastrophe, our first pre-season game.
Skating some this summer, is no claim to fame.
Our team's been pieced together, value not yet worth.
First game that we play, will be our date of birth.
Our roster slim. Off season time. Short defense I see.
Not a cozy feeling for a goalie likes of me.
Up against a hot team, this contest won't be sweet.
I feel it in my blocker. We surely will get beat.
Some gone on vacation. I hope on their team too.
Not the kind of game, you can breeze on through.
As my luck would have it, we're missing most defense.
But I have a silent plan, that to me makes sense.
In net I am determined, to give it all I got.
I don't expect a win, low score opposing lot.
I need to shore my team up, more until they gel.
A goalie needs big shoulders, far as I can tell.
I hope my show of confidence, can prove to be a seed.
Our reach to bond and grow, means able to succeed.
Then I can depend on them, to help protect this crease.
And the batter I must take, will come in part to cease.
We'll get team inspired. Each one won't play alone.
Today they come out on the ice, into my fallout zone.
My competence in net, can sure create onslaught.
Our team must learn to ante up, more than any thought.
Soon my team will come to see, the package that is me.
We have a couple shooters. That much I can see.
I'll take a lot of heat until, my team can see it through.
Something that I've come to call, pre-season black and blue.
©Artica Burr 2007
Good luck to this goalie!
The Basic Toolbox
A group of goalies on the ice, their ages up to ten.
Whys of how they got there, I can see by then.
For despite their years, I sense if choice is right.
Their talent being raw, helps give me clear insight.
Number 10, just tends to fidget, has poor attention span.
Practice can't improve this trait. He's not a goalie man.
Number 9, he ducks the pucks. Won't take one in the chest.
He's only in the net, 'cause Mother thinks it best.
Number 8, has reservations. Too frail to face the boards.
His parents fail to realize, in net you face the hoards.
Number 7, just no balance. He should have learned to skate.
He has no show of confidence, for what is on his plate.
Number 6, poor stick control. Not built to bear the load.
He follows Daddy's wishes, but net's not his abode.
Number 5, I see is lazy. He won't put out his best.
He'll never be consistent, or measure to the test.
Number 4, works at crease center. Pucks are not magnetized.
Shows no intent to change his style. You see it in his eyes.
Number 3, no athlete, in this area he owes.
Just no coordination, when in the net he goes.
Number 2, can't scope the ice, nor figure what to do.
Slightest complication shows, he can not think it through.
Number 1, has caught my eye. With rest he's out of place!
He clearly tries to own the crease. Of fear there is no trace.
Bold and swift, his glove is quick. Strong with stick in hand.
No question of endurance. No need to reprimand.
He is a natural athlete, in his motions and his stance.
This one, my friends, has GOALIE, written on his pants!
©Artica Burr 2007
Just the trials of a goalie coach.
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