The cold chilling air
of fall.
The calamity of the helmets
snapping at each other like whips
The shutters
of shy cameras hiding behind their lenses for a brief second
The oohs
The aahs.
The bone snapping of
auburn leaves
under the fans feet
The creeping silence
That would naw at your throat
Until you couldn't hold back the
fire anymore
The feeling of that
team sweat shirt you slipped on.
The roar.

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Please read my poem with an open mind and view it as you wish. I am a fifteen-year-old from Rochester Hills, Michigan. I participate in football, lacrosse, and my high school debate club. I live with four brothers and my mom and dad. Last week I wanted to be an astronaut. This week I want to be an author.