The Call of the Field
Ah yes the sweet smell of the field my nose does smell. the old paint left on the field as markings of games of the past. when victory was found and hearts were once worn on ones shoulders. the cries for help and cover screamed from the field of players of old. where teams came to play with passion and hope from the past and some found it and some lost it. where enemies found but brothers were to gain. where dreams came true and goals fullfilled. and hope regained with one quick move, with one flag pull the hearts embrace all the emotions of the game. for once we are all childern just playing the game. oh yes the team spirt, feeling alive again, knowing that we shall carry the day. knowing that you just taught them your name, oh yes the game is strong moving all around like a movie of disbelief we play the game. through tired arms we keep playing the game with the unknown end because of the love we have for it shall never die so with will the game never end as it is played in our hearts and minds. for we, for we are the players that the field called us to the game like a distent trumpet call of that sweet sweet sound of clapping that world will never here but only the players of the field can answer the call of the field.
Ah yes the sweet smell of the field my nose does smell. the old paint left on the field as markings of games of the past. when victory was found and hearts were once worn on ones shoulders. the cries for help and cover screamed from the field of players of old. where teams came to play with passion and hope from the past and some found it and some lost it. where enemies found but brothers were to gain. where dreams came true and goals fullfilled. and hope regained with one quick move, with one flag pull the hearts embrace all the emotions of the game. for once we are all childern just playing the game. oh yes the team spirt, feeling alive again, knowing that we shall carry the day. knowing that you just taught them your name, oh yes the game is strong moving all around like a movie of disbelief we play the game. through tired arms we keep playing the game with the unknown end because of the love we have for it shall never die so with will the game never end as it is played in our hearts and minds. for we, for we are the players that the field called us to the game like a distent trumpet call of that sweet sweet sound of clapping that world will never here but only the players of the field can answer the call of the field.
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