The Radiant Run Poem by C.T. Massie

The Radiant Run

The quarterback makes the call
Ready with his chest out
He's standing tall

He catches the snap
The defender misses the tackle
He needs a map

The quarterback sees daylight
He hits the hole with all his might
He glides across the turf

It's like he's taking flight
But now he really is
He could be mistaken for a kite

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