An Unsung Hero Poem by C.T. Massie

Needing a score, they search for a leader.
Time ticks down on the clock, resembling a meter.

He runs on the field,
You know he's locked in, he keeps his eyes peeled.

He throws on his helmet and puts his game face on.
He runs the show, and refuses to be a pawn.

He runs into the endzone and drops the ball,
He has been known to answer when duty calls.

He's one of a kind, a four-leaf clover.
He answered the call, and now its over.