In Between the Lines ~By William St. Ledger~

Being a part of something
Bigger than myself,
Being a member
Of the team.

Bonding with teammates
That became my brothers,
Sharing two goals,
To win and have fun.

A place of solitude,
Peace and relaxation
That suddenly turns to
A fierce battle zone.

Stepping onto the grass,
Cleats mucky,
Game faces on,
Prepared to play.

Staring down the opponent
And giving a little chuckle,
Lining up the play,
With brothers at my side.

The whistle blows,
And the game is on,
The pigskin flies,
And the skirmish begins.

Smacks, tackles, helmets
Flying all about,
Players talking trash
And releasing rage.

Fifty-five players working
As a fine tuned machine,
No mistakes because
We are perfect.

The victory comes,
Celebrating with delight,
The team has won,
Our goals met.

The players pray
And funnel out,
My place of solitude
In between the lines.