I pick up my stick
I pick up my stick and run like the wind.
We are better together, anticipating the pass, the fake, the rhythm.
In the off season I smile when I achieve my personal best.
This week squats 10 more pounds, last week 10 more dead lifts.
I train with my friends and play lacrosse with my teammates.
This makes me smile because I am happy.
This poem is about:
Me