THE FIELD

As I walk on her freshly chalked yard lines memories fill my head.
I see her goal line waiting for me to cross.
I can hear her voice through the helmets and pads colliding.
Her energy runs through my blood.
Memories of hitting, running, and sacrificing my body come to mind.
I think of working with her since being a kid.
After the years the game still gets me going.
I feel the energy leave me as I walk off the field.
But I Shall return.

This poem was written/submitted by Riley Jon Krueger.