One Look
As I stand on that muddy grass field,
The roar of the cheering crowds
Is all I seem to hear.
No specific voices; it's all just a blur.
Sports are complex in that they are a way to escape our lives as well as a way to look at our lives in a clearer way. In the world of sports the line of victory and defeat is quite clear. There is no question of what team you are on or what position you play within the team. These things are not always clear in real life. Escaping to the world of sports is an opportunity to think about these questions in our own lives.
As I stand on that muddy grass field,
The roar of the cheering crowds
Is all I seem to hear.
No specific voices; it's all just a blur.
This poem is quite amazing, and I am sure that a lot of people would be touched like the way I have. I have a friend who enjoys this poem because she plays football. It is very substantial to...
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The dribble of the basketball,
The swish of the net,
The squeaking of my shoes against
The wood floor,
When my thoughts are too heavy,
My feelings too numb,
When my heart is unsteady,
And the tears start to come,
As an athlete, I like running, so I love the 2nd stanza.
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What's going through your mind when you're running up the side, only 1 man to beat?
When he runs fast you'll run faster, can he take the heat?
What's going through your mind when the X is open for the 40 yard touchdown pass?
He catches the ball, and you hope this moment will always last.
The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day;
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play,
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game.
If you can get an equalizer with 10 men,
If you can take the shot and forget your pain,
not all you went through was in vain,
If you can use the ground to your advantage in the hard rain,...
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Only for those of a special breed,
Living a dream, a chance to succeed,
Yesterday's hopes and desires coming true,
Making your mark with records anew
Freestyle
water, strokes
kicking, stocking, working
diving into the pool
swimming
Thinking back through all the years
How swiftly they've passed by
I close my eyes and bite my lip
Try so hard not to cry...
It's Friday night,
I've got a game.
We play the Indians,
My best friend's team.
As he walks you can hear the spurs on his boots
He walks on over and hops in the chute
then waits alone with the bull
until the moment when the date is pulled...
My good friend Tucker was killed in a car accident 4 days before we were supposed to start our junior year of highschool. He was a bull rider and this means alot to me.