Sports Poetry

FOOTBALL You twist right out of my hand and fly into the air I bend and turn and jump up high But you don't seem to care Pigskin rascal never kind Too far in front or way behind You sail above my fingers You sail above my head Why not sail into my hands instead Pigskin brat mean and tough You play too hard You play too rough By Sharon Bell Mathis TOWER TIGERS CHEER …

…fresh tracks in the blue white snow. My body bends and turns To catch each bend and turn The mountain takes: And I am the mountain And the mountain is me. By Bobbi Katz ICE SKATING Higher and higher I glide in the sky, My feet flashing silver, A star in each eye. With wind at my back I can float, I can soar. The earth cannot hold me In place anymore. By Sandra Liatsos