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Love For The Game
by Les Heywood
copyright 09-05-2001


Age Rating: 7 to 127

 
Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray.


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05-08-2003 Joyce Liu    

It is direct, simple and elegent.
~Great~
11-09-2001 Les Heywood    

I still never felt like the last stanza was exactly how I wanted to express my feelings. And I got the indication from other readers that it didn't flow well. So I scratched it and rewrote it tonight. I am much more satisfied.
09-08-2001 Nan Jacobs    

I know the feeling well. :) When one loves doing something or being somewhere and it must end...au weia. ::sniff::

Oh and Beverly... ?*Basket* ball.... :)
09-06-2001 Beverley McInnis    

Interesting poem. A buzzer with ball? I recall buzzers with hockey but not baseball (if that is what you were referring to). I know, a mute point and doesn't really affect the good read of the poem. The last line disturbed me as it put the entire poem into a different perspective until I read your explanation, then it all made sense. Well done.
09-06-2001 Les Heywood    

Robert -
My wife asked me the same question this morning. I meant the last line figuratively. But I had a hard time describing it to her. It's like when you are somewhere you love to be, then you have to leave and you know you can never come back again. You just feel like a part of you left to die.
09-06-2001 Betty Eskdale    

Exhilarating, isn't it? And we always hope we can really make a difference. Well, you make a difference here, good work!
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