Mike Dooley

A Summer's Day

A cool summer’s breeze sweeps across the grassy field.
 Men, who until today were still boys,
Suit up for the first day of football practice;
Coaches whistle screeches through
Hot humid air;
We run, we sprint,
Running backs show their flair,
Go through some basic plays,
Split up into positions and review the basics,
The few who can survive are worthy of pads;
The end of the day
Is full of play;
Charcoal from barbeques is in the air;
Sizzling hamburgers,
Splashing in the pool;
O, how I long for a summer’s day.




[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2010 EDITION]


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