Ode To Lacrosse Poem by Libby Simpkins

Ode To Lacrosse



The pocket;
Brilliantly webbed nylon mesh.
Waiting for the hard rubber ball
to willingly return to its home.

The shaft;
Gently shaped aluminum.
Waiting for it’s sole owners grasp.
Fierce hands held together with honor,
with pride.
A warriors hands.

A field full of champions.
Team uniforms in sync.
Opponents appearances so different.
Mindsets so alike.
Intentions of victory, glory, superiority.

Adrenaline:
Moonless liquid.
Replacing my naturally flowing blood stream.
Powerful molten running through my veins.
Pumping my heart, controlling my brain.

A puppet:
Strings being pulled by a thunderous drum beat-
My heart:
A boulder at full tilt,
rolling down the potholed road.
My body, cast under a spell.
Insides booming from the pounding boulder.
Opposed by a stable outer layer.
Keen eyes, Steady hands.

One foot in front of the other,
An army of warriors saunter to the field

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