![]() TonightA Poem by Bethany Geiser![]() The typical game night.![]() The chill pierces the
air And the crowd begins
to cheer. It echoes across the
field Bouncing from
bleacher to bleacher As the players take
the field and anticipate the whistle blowing They silently predict every
possible outcome Tonight is the night Tonight we choose the
way we want to be remembered. © 2013 Bethany Geiser |
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Added on September 5, 2013 Last Updated on September 5, 2013 |