THE football heroes are but shapes that go Like the quick pictures in the movie show— They come, they sparkle, and they disappear— They linger with us some three years or so. And still on every gridiron field, we hear The ringing chorus of the college cheer— The selfsame call that thrilled our father's souls— The thunderous war cry, lasting, year by year! Each great eleven wins its passing fame, Then fades away, and soon is but a name— The college cheer outlives them, one and all— The old, old cheer, that still remains the same! There on the sod before enraptured eyes, They strive; they win, or lose, the battle-prize— And then—new teams, new throngs—and that old cheer, To tell how the college spirit never dies! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNDER HOUSE ARREST IN WINDSOR by HENRY HOWARD THE BELLS OF SHANDON by FRANCIS SYLVESTER MAHONY SEASONS (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONNET: 148 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE I HAVE PRAYED by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS BROTHER GENE by EVA K. ANGLESBURG AMPHIPOLIS by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA |