The Play (Extended) Poem by C.T. Massie

The quarterback takes the snap
sweat drips off his face resembling sap
takes the snap and drops all the way back
will he avoid the sack?
hear the time counting... click clack
he rolls to the right,
will they score and stay in the fight?

three, two, one...

he yells a name throws the ball all the way up
he hopes for the best like a half-full cup
he's taking his chances and throwing it to a distant town
the coach is concerned, he shows a frown
suspense suspense
people on the edge of their seats looking tense
two hands out of the crowd
all the way up and all the way down.

everyone cheers
crying happy tears
he will go down as a hero
he looks at the clock which reads triple zero
he has ice in his veins like December
this will forever be, a play to remember