This site will self destruct in 2 months, March 17. It will come back, and be familiar and at the same time completely different. All content will be deleted. Backup anything important. --- Staff
|
|
WHen its kickoff time The tension is high The thrill of the pint The chase and the hunt IT's just a game they'll say From sun up TIll down But has anyone ever really won There's three seconds left Fourth Quarter, Three downs Do we run it in Or go for the field goal Sweating bullets They let the ball fly While I'm Sitting on the sidelines Watching colors flash by Lookin on like no other Ambilancy at it's best Only comprehending Life as a spectator sport It's not a game for us all So i'll live vicariously Flying with no purpose like that ball |
again...great vocab. I liked it but wasn't completly blown away like the last poem I commented on. however it was just as good. I enjoyed the ending, though the beginning was a little awkard. overall...a good poem. -Rachel:) | Posted on 2009-11-10 00:00:00 | by PopRocksRae | [ Reply to This ] | |