I hear your roar as I toss you high into the sky.

I feel you cold in my hands yet so familiar with warmth.

Your colors can been seen from afar,

Beautiful, Intimidating, Graceful, Forceful.

You were worth all of the pain,

The blood, the sweat, the tears and being dolled up for.

I'll miss you as I toss my final toss,

as I stand breathless,

Facing the crowded stands for the last time.

Thank you for making my four years of high school,

the best time of my life.

Thank you for giving me a home outside of home;

And a family outside of my own.

Thank you for being there when I was in need;

You were always there.

Thank you for being there one last time.

I'll miss you my old friend.

Until next time.