Poetry

Field of Dreams (#314)

Over the field, the eagle soars high and proud,
The band marches playing clear and loud,
Like a blanket, a haze covers the field,
Light shone so no path of green was concealed,
Moths flew overhead so thick a knife couldn’t cut a hole,
Fans proclaimed their pride and inner fighting soul,
The fresh drum strongly beating,
The newcomers looking for seating,
Two uniforms prepare on the field,
Neither knowing what each will yield,
Clashing of plastic and leather,
Cheerleaders jumping like a feather,
Players act out their dreams the most determined they can,
They play to show they aren’t boys but each one a real man.

Any Thoughts?

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