For Him... His hair so soft, ~ Tara D. Quinton - 12/16/99
Brutal Battles
A warlike battle dripping in sweat.
Determination is his eyes
His eyes so bright.
His touch so caring,
His hold so tight.
His hate so little,
His love so big.
For without Him,
I cannot live.
A masacure of men, never before met.
Staring in his eyes as one runs over the next.
Striving for the winner, wanting to be the best.
As blood runs down, he'll wipe it away.
Holding his "weapon", he dare not stay.
Looking ahead is a clear open field.
Panting and running, he dare not yield.
Fighting for victory, going towards his goal.
Kicking and screaming as he jumps, slides and rolls.
The end is here and they all scream his name.
Time stands still at this football game.
Passion in his heart
Trips the guys feet
As he tears them apart
Pulls the opponent down
Rolls them on their back
The sweet sound of the whistle
As he wins his wrestling match.
