Betty J. Stevenson
A Minor League Hockey Game
They line up behind the boards
Waiting for that whistle blow
They are like young professionals
They know thatÕs when they go.
You should see those little guys
When the hockey game begins
Determined they will be the one
To get the score to win.
The whistle blows loud and shrill
They spring into action once more
The coaches open up the gates
And out on the ice they pour.
Glistening steel blinds your eyes
Their sticks are poised and ready
For when that puck drops on the ice
TheyÕre cool and quick and steady.