Superbowl

He comes as part of a team but stands alone With his able team in front, he now feels at home He looks at the field full of men in uniform Coming at him like a maddening storm He stands on frozen ground and looks around The crowded field to get a first down He hears the roar of the fans in the stands Keely aware that he holds glory in his hands He cannot wait long before he lets the ball go In hopes that his aim is as good as before Only a few seconds left in the Super-ball game Will he be the star or will he be to blame? The ball flies like a bullet at his famous receiver The crowd on their cold feet shaking with ball fever The catch is made (touchdown) The stands seem to rock The Super-bowl’s over and some frozen fans are in shock.