Wednesday, April 13, 2011

High School Career

My high school basketball career has come and gone
My last game in my maroon and white
Players sitting, heads bowed
Sweaty jerseys covering eyes
Anguish in our hearts
Yet no one wants to show it
Silence in the locker room
Then Coach walked in
We picked up our heads and caught his eyes
He stood for a moment his gaze pouring over each of us
He had emotion in his eyes, when he spoke emotion in his voice
He spoke of our season, of the Gorham tradition
A tradition and brotherhood of which we were all now a part of
He didn’t dwell on our dismal record nor our lack of accomplishments
Rather he spoke of our effort, our work ethic our pride
Tears in his eyes cracking of his voice
He was proud of us, no other team did he wish he could coach
Those words meant the most to us as a team.

3 comments:

  1. I like the first details of this poem: heads bowed, sweaty jerseys covering eyes. And the silence.

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  2. I love the detail and the subject of this poem.

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  3. Good imagery, its a solid poem.

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