Stepping onto the football field makes me happy. I love the feeling of unity and brotherhood you get from being on a team. I love being under the lights and having the glare in my eyes. I find it exhilarating to play under the stars. When I run onto the field a smile creeps onto my face and spreads from ear to ear. When I look up at the score board and see us soaring above the competition, it just makes it a little sweeter. But there is on,y one thing that I don’t like… Man, the sound of that buzzer stinks. If only the game could last forever.
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I am from…
I am from sports balls
From home-made pizza and music
I am from the red brick house with a feeling of unity inside of it
From the garden
I am from the creek whose water flowed after the long, hard, rains
From the bay house and crawfish boils
I am from Michael and Greg
From vacation and grandpa’s gym
I am from football
From “Come back” and “Go on”
I am from “tickets for the next ride”
From Houston and Mexico
I am from burgers and tacos
From the big bus that my grandma and her 9 other siblings rode in
I am from Old grandpas fishing poles under the deck that he loved
I am a small tree in a big forest
A forest where all trees take care of eachother
These shoes
Across the beach,
Around bends,
Over streams,
Through the hallways,
Up the rock walls,
Through the caves,
Into trouble,
Out of trouble,
Down the football field,
Across the basketball court,
These shoes have taken me on adventures I will never forget