Out on the gridiron one Autumn day,
The local football team was leading all the way,
Considered as underdogs at the onset of the game,
Forced their opponent's hope for victory to wane,
The weary defensive team can't seem to hold
While their fans are angered and continue to scold,
The electric scoreboard at the end of the field
Glows steady and bright and continues to yield.
Shortly after the game the victors come in,
The players tuckered, the coach with a grin,
Filled with joy and pride they'll scarcely wait,
Especially if the post game accolades are late,
The players kneel and in unison pray,
For their stellar performance on this Autumn day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem