Bowl 40 and 8
©2014 Rolland G. Smith
With
pride the fans came to the bowl,
thinking
their team could control
the ball
on the ground
in the
air all around
to the
other, a bell would toll.
The bowl
is the ultimate game,
Teams
getting their fortune and fame.
Bowl
forty and eight
We’ll
see and we wait
Will the
teams next year be the same?
The
Bronco’s from Denver do fight
the
Seahawaks from the West of might.
The
temperatures fine
At least
for this time
No snow
in the North to excite
Today
with some with hindsight and woes
and
healing of scrimmaging blows.
No media
hype
Or
occasional snipe
The
losers, their bragging, now stowed.
In this
life of struggle and fears,
In this
time of laughter and tears.
We need
this big game,
To help
us stay sane
And New
Jersey sent us the cheers.
The
season is over and done,
The
heart never caring who won,
The game
is the thing
By
hoping to bring,
A code
of competitive fun.
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