The Anthem

A patriotc poem about kick-off.

a friend and i are sports fanatics. we are also the sappy types who get misty eyed when the singer belts out a great rendition of the national anthem. nerdy i know but true nonetheless. this is a little poem about that very thing....


She delivered the song.
Not a single note was wrong.
The feelings very strong.
The tune so melodic.

My eyes to the sky,
Fighter jets rush by.
There's mist in every eye.
My thoughts patriotic.

The ceremony ends
While the contest begins.
The energy ascends.
So wild and dramatic.

And the flag still waves
Like every other day.
The symbol still remains.
It's freedom in fabric.

As the ball leaves the tee
I'm thinking happily;
How lucky for me.
This feeling is magic.