The Conquest Of The GameA Poem by Marie HarrisonA poem about competition.The Conquest Of The Game
Noblemen once gathered with envious eyes, to watch strong men at the prime of their youth, Seize their day of victory on golden fields of hay. While fair maidens from up high, wait patiently for their opportunity, to drop their silken cloths, For their rugged champion of choice. On fields all around the world, The glory of victory has not changed much at all. Regal banners wave proudly, displaying their royal colors, as the sounds of jubilant trumpets, pierce through the air, Inspiring the challenge of warfare to their athletes. Spirits flow freely into the lips of the thirsty fans, Cheering in the stands. Toned muscles bend and flex, as glistening sweat collects on the focused brow, Of the proud that charge onto the fields. The victorious continue to walk away, at the end of the day, with the brightness of fame and fortune shining on their faces, the hearts of men tucked into their pockets, © 2010 Marie HarrisonReviews
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7 Reviews Added on September 6, 2010 Last Updated on September 6, 2010 AuthorMarie HarrisonAtlanta, GAAboutMomma told me to get out and enjoy life, so now I'm going to dance. more..Writing
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