"An Athletes Sight"
A sea of green layes before my eyes.
Bright white lines
Marking yardages yet not received.
Poising myself into a four point stance.
My right hand layes upon a football
Not yet in motion.
Turning my head side to side.
Making sure each man has not crossed the line.
I put my head down, and take a breath.
When the sweat falls
To the tip of my nose
I rise for the count.
Hut, Hut, Hike.
I send the ball to flight.
The adreline increased
The vegeance fierce.
Pushing and shoving
My opponents fall.
Just to hear
Just to hear
That one great call
TOUCH DOWN.
Crowd loud
And the team stands proud.
We walk away with a win
And wait for the next game to begin.
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