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Samir Pathan

The Gridiron

The gridiron is like our home.

The trophies we win made of chrome.

The beautiful trophy engraved with our names,

And even with the scores of all the games.

In the locker room, we huddle up.

We’re hungry for a win and haven’t got enough.

Jogging to the field we hear the roar,

As a team we go to war.

As we step on the field we see the crowd.

On their feet, standing proud.

In the fourth quarter, you can’t stop.

You push yourself until you drop.

You’re hurt and tired and need some water.

And in your helmet, it keeps getting hotter and hotter.

The crowd is cheering your name.

And you can feel the fame.

The feeling of victory is greater than anything you can ever imagine.

We play for that feeling that gives us passion.

The whistle blows and the game ends.

As we walk off the field, the confetti descends.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2012 EDITION]