With some from the spring and the others from fall.
The minutes and seconds accompany time;
The ribbons and medals, the safety pin line.
A flag and a boombox, some blue and white paint;
A head shaven coach and a hill that we hate.
A dance off with teams that we never had met,
And crossing the line having given our best.
A bus ride choir, a camp at the park.
A circuit on mondo while still in the dark.
Sprinting up Hank's and a fox hole discovered.
Washing off all of the mud; we were covered.
Continuous invervals, tipping a tree;
All of these memories dearest to me.
"Where do you want to be in November?"
With all of these things that I love to remember.
