The New England Fall
It was a chilly day,
cold with the threat of harsh snow,
the air was filled with moisture,
and the voices echoed with a certain flow,
a flock of seagulls braved the chilly sky,
flying closer to the sun,
way up high,
searching for relief from the bitter cold,
no matter how hard they tried,
the birds made a statement so bold,
but it seemed as if the sun would purposely hide,
behind some clouds it would fold.
The play was called,
eyes trapped,
the ball was snapped,
jackets flapped,
and it was football
in the New England Fall!
Copyright © Frank F. Atanacio | Year Posted 2009
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