a football game under stadium lights
a nip in the air, on this Friday night
our final touchdown, when the score was tied
a team that fought hard, with all of their might
a bonfire after, cheering on the team
under a fall moon, how brightly in gleams
hoarse from the yelling, the cheers we screamed
now on to state, a coaches best dream
a smalltown girl, 'round the fire we snake
a homecoming dance. with my favorite date
the memories that come, the ones we create
that live in us always, and never abate
a long time ago, oh, how things do change
with all of the schedules that we rearrange
some of those thoughts that now are estranged
but plenty of new ones that I have exchanged
a smalltown girl, that grew and moved on
until a resurgence of one of my favorite songs
the memories return, just as ever as strong
here in my memory, they keep hanging on
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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