Fall From Glory
Cheers to our team.
They march towards the trophy.
Our hamlet swelling with pride
encouraging, supporting, and rooting
for these young men.
As they battle with such might
on a frost covered field.
Not for victory alone-
But rare honor, glory, pride, and love
for their little home town.
The wins continue to pile up
like leaves from a fresh raked lawn.
The autumn nights becoming cooler, the days shorter.
Yet as leaves, so do tears fall.
For all seasons must come to an end.
Thank God another will follow
Ready for next season
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