Hut, Hut

The summer sun lingers, but you can feel fall in the air; Optimism abounds in fans everywhere; Seniors are hopeful, coming into their final year; Freshmen are wide-eyed, full of excitement and fear. Sounds of pads hitting and the whistles’ loud shrill Announce the coming of a new season with thrills. White lines get painted, five yards apart; Marching bands practice their marching band arts. Every team starts being tied in first place; Prognosticators predict a close conference race. Some hopes will be dashed after week number one, While others will start on a season of fun. Each and every season has a magic of its own - College Football is the best game, I’ve ever known. NOTE: I wrote this poem for Brian Strands contest in which he wanted a poem of 14 lines. Once I realized Brian is English, I thought it best I try a different poem for his contest - but, I still like this one.