Bloodied, yet unbowed
Facing another trial
With relentless pursuit
Victory’s quiet exile
Stubborn in spirit
Challenging expected norms
Overwhelmed emotions
Victory’s breath waits to form
Positive outlook
Rising from valley below
Fighter’s will surfaces
Victory’s cherished chateau
Darkness encroaches
Scaling mountain’s lofty peak
Game’s outcome in dire straits
Victory’s voice waits to speak
Lightning’s final strike
Framing improbable run
Overtime’s goal completes
Victory’s cheers, say we won
This poem was inspired from watching a recent high school lacrosse post-season match. Overcoming the odds, the victorious team fought back to win in overtime. My granddaughter played an inspiring match, and her steal and goal sealed a sudden victory.
Big Sky Buckeye 
I didn’t realize that Lacrosse is a sport in regions of our country, let alone in schools. I’ve heard about it, but this is the first time I’ve come across a mention of people actually playing it here in the U.S. I guess I thought it’s popular mostly in England, or in places like India. I’m off to see what the game is all about.
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Linda, I am pleased that this poem encouraged you to investigate further the sport of lacrosse. It includes many facets of other sports. Of course, Native Americans devised this sport long before the European culture even thought about sports.
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Way to go granddaughter!
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Kev, thank you for sharing these thoughts. Our granddaughter and her teammates experienced an incredible season . . . probably one of the best in the school’s short history of playing lacrosse.
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