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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
football practice Virginia Salter run to the right run to the left lunge down the middle do your best! coach barking orders to his team players moving as a dream over the fence held at bay a big black cur barks away "get that ball use your clout get that ball I can’t get out" barks from east barks from west no time to dawdle no time to rest adolescents in their play do the bidding of coach’s say some legs move in stallion’s pride others as a turtle’s ride wonder who will make first string who will hear harsh words’ sting © September 23, 2000 |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
I always feel bad for the kids who are always getting 'barked' at. It must be very demoralizing, especially at that age. Good poem, Virginia! Denise |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Ooh, I think they were okay with it. Coach's gotta be heard and it's harder when outdoors. It was really kind of comical as I walked past. The coach was barking rhythmic counting and directions on one side, the dog was barking on the other side from over the fence. It was like, you kids get after that ball, I can't get out to chase it. Glad you liked the poem. Super Bowl's coming, if you're into to that thing. I like the party part, snack, snack, snack, nosh, nosh, nosh. ;o} |
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