Friday Night Lights Poem by Venice Roberts

Friday Night Lights

Rating: 4.0


Thunderous crowds, stands packed,
Butterflies in your stomach,
Big play, crowd erupts, teammates go crazy,
Sunset, lights come on, there is a chill in the air
Break a tackle, head to the promise land
Score a touchdown for your team
All for one purpose, to WIN!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Keith Langdon 13 March 2012

nice concise images here

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