I KNEW he cut his classes, and I'd heard him flunk in history, And how he dared say "not prepared" so often was a mystery. He'd sometimes cram for an exam., but seldom knew a word in it. His parted hair grew long and fair; I thought he looked absurd in it. I felt regret whene'er we met, and bowed with utmost gravity; I didn't dream he'd joined the team -- I thought him all depravity. So when I found, at Haight Street ground, how great was his agility, I oped my eyes in marked surprise, amazed at his ability. He tackled hard, gained many a yard, place-kicked and charged successively; He turned the edge of the flying wedge, and interfered agressively! He bucked the line! I thought it fine, and shouted out excitedly; He passed the ball behind them all! I saw the scheme delightedly. He slipped about the line without a thought of trip or fumbling, When to the din of tooting tin a crowd on him came tumbling. I felt a chill, my heart stood still, when those mean boys fell down on him, His clothes were torn, his nose-cap gone, and streaks of black and brown on him. He scored a touchdown then, and such a frenzy I did never see; It made the umpire's whistle dumb, and overwhelmed the referee. Then when he punted out in front, though hoarse with loud admiring, I with delight yelled, "He's all right!" for they were all inquiring. The game was won, and we'd begun to cheer each man respectively; We rah! rah! rahed! and blew horns hard, and shook our flags effectively; His eyes shone bright, as left and right they called to him vivaciously; I my disdain recalled with pain, and waved my banner graciously. Now let him miss the German quiz, and fail to pass astronomy, To football lore what's physics or political economy? To have him bow is rapture now, to be o'erlooked adversity; To catch his smile is worth the while attending University. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PURSUIT OF THE WORD by ROBERT FROST MY HAPPINESS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO GOD THE FATHER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD BOOTH'S PHILIPPI by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WILLIAM MARION REEDY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |