Football Dreams

The acrid smell in the air

Of decaying leaves

The smell of freshly

Wetted grass and sod

The leaves turning colors

Of orange and yellow

Green starts to give way

Brown begins to take over

It all heralds the time

It’s time for cleats

It’s Time for jerseys

It’s time for the enveloping embrace

Of pads and armor

It’s time for barred vision

It’s time for fun

To the closet I go

But they are not there

Even though it’s time to play

Grab my coat and tickets

My time is over

But the feelings remain

The dreams will always be there

Once a player

Now a spectator

A fan forever

By Joshua Bradford

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