Best Lacrosse Poems

Taken from an oak tree
Carved into a perfect circle
The first time ever thrown into the air
Caught, Cradled, Dropped
Scooped, Cradled, Passed, Caught, Dropped,
Scooped, Dropped
Scooped, Passed, Caught,...

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LORE OF LACROSSE

he plucks the eagle’s feathers
tucks them in his patient’s hair

cayuga’s legs and arms take flight
his eyes behold the heaven’s bright

a powerful bolt of...

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The day’s hot-the wind like a convection oven
Blows hot air in our faces.
My cap and gown insulates me
Baking me like a potato wrapped in aluminum...

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I.

Espy, distinguish divinely made lively, lovely Trees
He or she, inhales carbon dioxide, then breathes
out for us humans, life given clean oxygen
Stout roots run deep, holding...

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The Game of Hockey 

By Government decree, lacrosse
Is Canada’s national sport,
But in the hearts and minds of Canadians,
Hockey rules supreme.
Hockey is a winter sport enjoyed...

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Here is my next sports rap poem. Jim

Round of Applause

Already now I must admit
What is it we have to hit?
How about homer with baseball
Not strike...

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You may feel about the planet what
you feel about a great baseball team or band:
that once there was a moment when, unknown
to us at the...

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When do we stop believing that we could become anything?

Remember the time in third grade when Mrs. Anderson asked us what we wanted to be...

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It’s mid-October, and the cool morning air
refreshes and replenishes the players as they march
across a muddy lacrosse field, the low sun
that manages to peek through...

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Mason

Crazy, funny, energetic, strong.

Son of Mother, brother of Sister, grandson of Nann and Granpa.

Lover of Lacrosse, School, and Animals.

Who feels confidence, responsibility and is muscular.

Who...

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Ode to Chores
By Brenda Kahn

When the Good Lord
In his wisdom, Hark!
Said “Separate
the light from dark.”

He surely didn’t
See that time
Would be a scarce
Resource to find

I throw...

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My Profound Thousandth Poem

Dedicated to England and also 
world renown poet Terry Cooper.

England is exciting place to be
Will enjoy it in every opportunity
People of pageantry...

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In the depths of a New York winter 
I am waiting for the baseball  season to start 
My old man was a New York...

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I remember you kissed me inside and out
Against he confines of a foreign couch
Drag your finger along my jaw line here
I love you so much....

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Whether working wallabies would weave waved warm wafers or whether wallpaper would wear walls is two times a question really. It is rational to assume...

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