Superbowl Sunday

The crowd roars as the ball is snapped, The game of football has now begun,

The players clash, their bodies wrapped, In battles fought beneath the blazing sun, The quarterback drops back to throw, His eyes scanning the field for a chance, A receiver streaks past his foe,

The ball thrown with a flick of the wrist, The stadium shakes with every hit, As players collide with a force, Their helmets clashing, the sound of it, Echoing loud like a raging horse.

The running back charges through the line, Dodging and weaving with agility, His muscles bulging, his eyes shine, As he breaks free with great ability

The clock ticks down, the tension high, As the game hangs in the balance, A field goal kick so high, soaring through the open sky, The defense charging with all their might, But the ball soars, already in flight, And boom that's the end of the Night.

James Ryckman, Class VII