The breath inhaled,
the muscles tense,
Nervous stomach
pregame suspense.

The whistle blows
cleats bite the turf,
ass and elbows
for all I’m worth.

Cut towards the crease,
I get the pass.
Taking the shot,
a goal at last.

The game is won,
we all shake hands.
Lacrosse is king
on Long Island.

M. Zane McClellan

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