Season’s Final Match

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An early morning wind blows frigid air on this day

One final match these soccer boys have come to play

A stiff, northwest breeze has brought an Arctic blast

Will the team harness enough stamina and energy to last?

Players dressed warmly in layers, gloves, and stocking hats

In their final match, they look ready to conquer this and that

Looking more like Eskimos, parents and families huddle near

Hoping to see that the boys score goals without any fear

The spectators cheer the boys to play hard and be bold

But they agonize and confirm—“Oh my, it’s way too cold!”

Covered under layers of blankets, the crowd surveys the field

The opposing team advances the ball, but the boys form a shield

No goals will be scored against them on this morn

The boys’ defense will hustle and continue to swarm

Halftime arrives with the team playing tough

Will the season end well in weather so rough?

The second half continues under adverse conditions

The team finishes with a season filled with tradition

While the rest of the players hustle to stay warm

The talented goalie stands all alone as ice forms

A woman’s hot coffee has turned into cold slush

All she can do is clasp tightly to a blanket so plush

As the match marches along with winter as its final foe

Frozen spectators ask, “How many minutes are left to go?”

Icy faces, shivering bodies, and numb fingers

Plus ice blocks for feet—all continue to linger

The boys ignore the frigid cold and continue to play

Their five goals will make the last and final say

Players and families hurry to their warm cars

All wondering how they all survived this far

For two grandparents who were amazingly fearless and bold

Tomorrow morning, will be glad there is no soccer in the cold

This season-ending soccer match was recently played by one of my grandsons.  He and his teammates completed a remarkable season with an unblemished record.

 

 

 

 

 

 

1 thought on “Season’s Final Match

  1. I grew up in Ohio (lived there 31 years, 1 year in IN, and 37 years in the south, mostly in SC). But, I have many years of memories of playing and driving in the cold, ice, and snow, and being a spectator of games played in the cold and snow, too. But, that was when I was young, and my body could endure that. Now that I am old, I don’t handle the cold so well anymore. But, I still enjoy watching a beautiful snowfall, though we don’t see them nearly as much in the south as we did in the midwest. Anyway, I enjoyed your poem, and I could feel the cold as I read it. 🙂

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