Football

September 6, 2013

The endless screams like the sound of war

The battle in the field where blood, sweat, and tears pour

Brothers in each others arms carrying them away

As others get in to save the day

Being the best and defeating the rest

An undescribably urge to keep hitting

And a bond not to be forgotten

That my friend is football.

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HughesLangstonSep 6, 2013

<p>I liked the way you made football seem like "brothers in arm" as they go to war.  It was very good!</p>