How will you ever know what pride is
If you never put on the green and white?
How will you ever know what pain is
If you never gave up a one goal lead in the last five minutes of the New England quarterfinal?
How will you ever know what pleasure is
If you never rung the victory bell after a win against Kents Hill?
How will you know what solidarity is
If you never stood up for your teammate after a dirty tackle?
How will you know what poetry is
If you never did a scissors across all the defenders?
How will you never know what humiliation is
If you never got nutmegged?
How will you ever know what friendship is
If you never gave back a wall pass?
How will you ever know what panic is
If you never almost got scored on on a counter attack?
How will you ever know what death is
If you never went to take the ball out of the back of your net?
How will you ever know what loneliness is
If you never stood five steps from scoring the winning penalty of the championship?
How will you ever know what a tackle is
If you never chased down a counter attack to kick the ball out in the 90th minute?
How will you ever know what egotism is
If you never took an extra touch?
How will you ever know what art is
If you never did a rabona?
How will you ever know what music is
If you never sang from sidelines at a home game?
How will you ever know what injustice is
If an away ref never gave you a yellow card?
How will you ever know what insomnia is
If you never slept away for the final game of the Championship?
How will you ever know what hatred is
If you never scored an own goal?
How will you ever know what it is to cry
If you never heard the last whistle of your last game of the year?
How will you ever know what hope is
If your team never had to save the last penalty to win the game?
Tell me, tell me my dear friend
How will you ever know what Hebron is?
If you never became a Lumberjack?
Hope Is a Thing With Feathers
This poem was in written about my soccer team this year and the connection I have to the sport as a hole. I used very specific instances that are common for any one who plays but takes those who truly love the game to completely comprehend. I felt like I really embodied my thoughts and expressed my love for the sport though the poem.
Christian, I loved this poem. I wish you had the opportunity to read it at the Academic Exposition! You convey the brotherhood and the excitement of being part of a team. These are memories that will define your high school experience, and you’ve captured them effectively here!