Football

Football

 

Football comes and football goes

Starting and ending when it does

Fans line the Boulevards

 Outside the stadiums  

Looking for tickets hoping to see

 

In the mist of frantic hoping

A game is ready to get on the way

Huge mountains known as linemen

Straddle fate with steps of glory to be

Knowing some kid is watching in glee

 

Autumn isn’t autumn as we have discussed

Without the mighty thunder of hoofs

Gridiron mangled grasses as

C***s of rubber spikes clatter forth

 Shoes that Gods would wear

 

Helmets colored brightly they flee

In time a ghost looks on and sees

The old guys holding back a smile

Waiting now with hate and fear

Wanting still to be a part

 

The autumn comes with cool breezes just

People seated in the stands backsides to concrete swelter

A September blue night canters on

The breeze blows Old Glory as women look to please

Never the lack of wanting looking forward with ease

 

The game has started now men and women are drinking beer

What time is it what down is it football on a tear

Halftime laughter the home team is ahead the fourth quarter is near

Football has started the game is over

The tundra is now clear  

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

Very realistic. The picture you paint brings
us right into the stands, or in some cases
on to the field.
Brings us back to our youth when each of us
dreamed of being the star.
Great poem, great story, great talent.
Thank you,
----- Eagle Cruagh

[Phibby Venable]

i love all the activity around the game and how you envision the fans.
this is very fine.

[Tate Morgan]

Oh like the smell of cigars in a grandstand at the harness track this too was so familiar