Morning arrives on indigo blue,
soft as a promise the sky once knew.
Spring light gathers to uplift and renew~
and I walk wrapped in indigo quiet.
Breezes play and waves do crown,
carrying laughter across Baytown.
Contentment appears, calming me down~
and I walk wrapped in indigo quiet.
Shadows retreat from warming air,
leaving a path brushed with floral fanfare.
I breathe deep, becoming aware~
and I walk wrapped in indigo quiet.
In Texas, High School Football is king
Every Friday night there’s a game
A big event and the stands are full
The games aren’t played for fun, they’re for fame
In my second year of College life
My High School Football team went to State
I was compelled to go to Baytown
A Championship maybe their fate
So proud was I, my team on the field
In the high school color, power blue
The group of us sitting in the stands
Tyler High fans through and through
Then the Abilene team came on the field
I could feel a big lump in my throat
Man for man they all looked like giants
The front linemen were something of note
From the first snap, you knew things were bad
Abilene’s linemen were in control
The whole line of scrimmage moved with them
My team got trampled under their roll
Yes, Trampled would be the word of choice
And it continued throughout the game
Abilene won the Championship
Trampled Tyler left Baytown in shame
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