A cold chill across your back, you ought to know what will happen next.
The lights flash on the crowd grows dense, you lace your shoes and get one last stretch.
The tunnel awaits, people stomping their feet, it's time for Victory. It's time for a fight.
You rush onto the field with nothing but Pride. You're about to leave it all. For tonight is Friday Night!
COURTESY OF http://www.voicesnet.org/displayonepoem.aspx?poemid=111307
RESPONSE: I picked this poem because it was very interesting. This poem is talking about before a big game and there is a lot of hype in the stadium. The poem is a description of right before the game where the players are standing in the tunnel anxious to come out.
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