Showing posts with label sports. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sports. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 7, 2018

Strong

Roller coaster games
go with the season.
Let’s build it up.
Hard practices
Jammed fingers throb
Banged knees
A loss that hurts deep
Together, we grow…
…strong.


Rivals come at us
trying take us down.
Coach yells the mantra.
“Tough D”
“Hands high”
“Cut the baseline”
“Take care of the ball.”
Together, we breathe...
...strong.


Down by seventeen.
A title on the line.
Let’s chip away.
Crash the boards
Teamwork passing
A three
Steal the ball and go
Together, we play…
...strong


On into tournaments,
a David with a stone.
Let’s raise our chin.
Look ‘em in the eye
Let them see the fire in ours
Here we come
A team that plays hard.
Together, we stand…
...strong

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Fireworks


Ready, set, explode.
The squad bursts into motion.
"Whatever It Takes!"
rattles the fans.
Cheers shake the roof.

The mat pops with tumbles,
hand springs and cartwheels.
The Audience watches the
flash and sparks of spirit
erupting into pyramids
with flyers shooting
high into the air.

Sounds vibrate the gym.
A calliope of tucks, tumbles and toe touches are
pinnacled with elevators, extensions
and double twists
bursting skyward.
The crowd applauds the
choreographed motion of exuberant skill that
explodes and illuminates the mat
in a spectacular display
that is a rowdy, beautiful cheer
of Fireworks!

Thursday, November 22, 2012

In the Game


Stop the ball.
Hands high, shoulders low
Eyes focused like a huntress.
She defends the court.
Shuffle and run; run and shuffle
Denial is her purpose.

Ball!
Hungry, a split second to swipe
She pounces on a lose ball.
Banging against her opponent
Bone slamming wood
Skin scorching the wax.

Dish it off.
Pass to the guard
Her knee is bruised,
Burning from the slide.
Sweat trickles at her temple.
Strands of hair dance as she moves.

Pop a pass.
Swing it right and cut.
Reverse the ball back around.
Weave through and set the pick.
Zap, the ball slams her hands
Drive the lane, quick and sure.

Delicate of the glass.
Step high and power up.
Soar above the hands.
She rolls her wrist with grace.
A gentle kiss in the square.
Her eyes shine then flicker.

Stop the ball…

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Helmet to the Stone



Late October, on a cool Friday night,
the battle done for the season.
A young man in gridiron gear
stopped at a rock at the base of a flag
placed in memory of a dedicated coach
and put his helmet to the stone.

The polymer plastic gritted against
the great rock, and its chiseled words.
He held it there, his head down in
a private moment of silence.
Not far away, fans marched by seeing
him with his helmet to the stone.

The player, sweat soaked and muddy,
bloodied knuckles, hair plastered to his head,
stoically poised, a picture of youth,
of hard work and of love for the game,
reflected heart, pride and sadness
with his helmet to the stone.

Letters cut with steel deep into the rock
say a name and date of a man
who passed on a legacy of character
to all the players who took the field with him.
Late October, a player, a boy at heart, 
proudly, reverently, put his helmet to the stone.

(a verse for Duane)
Years later, early July, some hot days.
The battle fought, another hero gone.
He played for the love. He played hard
As an Oriole, Chippewa, Crusader, and Patriot.
His heart held community and family close.
“Five more minutes,” helmet to the stone.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Set It Up


SET
Commands coach
As the guard crosses mid-court,
Arm raised, two fingers out.
Two, he yells, running the offense.
Forward cuts to the high post.
Center drops down the paint.
The ball passes left,
Reverse, swing it round.
Shuffle, step, pick is set.
Turn, bounce pass…..

IT,
However, had started on day one
When coach called all to the base line,
Running passing drills, lay-ups,
Conditioning with sprints.
Then it became the go to play,
The bread and butter routine,
Going for the bucket.
Only here, it varies with
Three on the clock, down by one.

UP
Goes the ball,
From the fingertips with patience
To the hoop with urgency;
A title on the line.
A touch on the glass,
Held breath, roll on the rim,
A cheer from the crowd.
Completes the play that took a season.