By: Canaan Nonnemacher

The defenseman stumbles, a fatal mistake,

The gap in the neutral zone, the forward will take.

The goal light is empty, the ice clean and wide,

No one is near him, there’s nowhere to hide.

The crowd holds its breath, just a silence so deep,

As the puck leaves his stick, a promise to keep.

The goalie stays anchored, a fortress of pads,

Reading the angle, defying the lads.

The wrist shot is launched with a quick, snapping sting,

Past leather and post, hear the victory sing!

The net bulges bright, like a flag in the breeze,

The moment is sealed, brought down to its knees.