For the love of the game hockey poem

Still I Rise. Rudyard Kipling. If You Forget Me. Pablo Neruda. All Poems. William Wordsworth. Shel Silverstein. Rabindranath Tagore. Emily Dickinson. William Blake. William Shakespeare. All Poets. This is the calling of my destiny This is me.

I sit on the porch and think of that night. I was standing so close to fame. He looked at me. I swear he glanced. This is so much more than a game. With a spray of snow and a spit on the ice, He took the faceoff with pride.

He didn't even look back twice As he flew to the offending side. He passed it to Skinner who handled the puck And carried it up the seam. I pressed my eyes shut, just hoping for luck And then I heard the crowd scream. I jumped in unison with the crowd. Sirens blasting the stadium dome. I'd never heard anything quite so loud. I knew I was finally home. Members Current visitors New profile posts Search profile posts. Log in Register. Search titles only. Search Advanced search….

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Thread starter coreduo Start date May 5, Joined May 4, Messages Reaction score 0. Hockey is a game that children always play Up to ten thirty at night, in the hockey rink they stay Shovings and headbutts, these things they can bear Whenever they miss a goal, they must not swear Hockey legends, they can all remember by name They buy those expensive tickets for the love of the game Whenever they lose a game, they sometimes weep But I promise you next year, Habs shall make a sweep!

Chiller Mental case. What a cool poem.