2016

A gust of wind hits my face,

A sign I must leave the place,

I'm waiting for practice to start,

It’s so cold I want to fall apart,

We run the mile

It turns around my smile

This is going to be one long hour,

We finish practice and I still have my will power,

We start playing frisbee after,

It’s all fun and laughter,

One bad catch was made,

And out my season went to fade,