Well, it's been since April since I've written anything. Maybe now that football is in the air I will get motivated to do some more writing. This is my newest poem written today about football in Texas.

Football in Texas

By: Amanda Sanders King

When the night air begins to cool down,

And leaves on the trees start to turn brown.

That’s how you know that life has begun

For those who are glad that summer is done.

With the change of the seasons comes the thing

That makes Texans’ hearts start to sing.

The crisp air that brings in the fall

Is the same air that carries the sounds of football.

Fans wave the colors of their alma maters;

Players wear the pride of their fathers.

Cheerleaders jump, cheer and dance;

Bands play fight songs and victory chants.

Coaches are fired up with calling the plays,

In hopes of seeing the season last more days.

For if they set their minds to December,

They could win a title that all will remember.

A state championship is the goal for all teams,

But only a few see the reality of those dreams.

So for now the game’s played week by week

While winning is what each team will seek.

Rivalries and heroes will both be made

For the sake of the game that will be played.

If you want to see what Texas lives for,

Come and take a Friday night tour.

Drive through any town and look for the lights

That shine on those young faces so bright.

You can’t miss the place you need to be;

Cars and buses are parked as far as the eye can see.

Come in and enjoy the sights and sounds

At the game where the heart of a champion is found.