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FC: Sports Poems By Angus MacIntyre

1: Sports Poems By Angus MacIntyre MacIntyre Publishing Company May 10, 2010

2: Table of Contents Anything Is Possible..................................1-2 Will to Win.............................................3-4 The Game of Soccer..................................5-6 Casey at the Bat......................................7-12 The Blind Side.........................................12-13 Charge of the Light Brigade..........................14-17 True Leaders............................................18-19 A Champion...............................................20-21 Track.......................................................22-23 Preparation................................................24-25 About The Author.........................................26 Citations....................................................27

4: Anything is Possible by Melissa Underwood Anything is possible, if you think it is worthwhile If you’re willing to go the distance, to go the extra mile. With determination and effort, you can often achieve more Because you don’t always get what you wish, but what you work for. Dreams can become challenging, but no matter what the cost Strive to complete the task before you, and you’ll never end up lost. So bring with you your goals, and leave your doubts behind Whether you think you can or can’t, you certainly will find You’ll be right either way–so never quit, and this is why: You’ll never become a failure, until you fail to try.

5: I can really relate to this poem at Stillwater High School, we are almost always the under dogs in athletics. Every time we face the better schools all we can do is believe that we can win and it will be possible. This poem inspired me to give it my all no matter what I am up against. Every time I read this poem I think back on my soccer game against Jenks. This was the first time I decided not to let the name intimidate me, this plan worked splendidly. This poem is overall saying anything is possible if you work for it. http://media.timeoutchicago.com/resizeImage/htdocs/export_images/180/180.x600.sports.olympics.open3.jpg?

6: Will to Win by Melissa Underwood You can’t coach heart, you can never coach desire, they must always come from within. Rules may be learned, and skills developed, But you cannot be taught the will to win. You must reach a little deeper to bring out your best, You must be your own motivation. Keep going, never quit, you have to have a reason, You are your own strength, your own inspiration.

7: I really like this poem because it teaches athletes the most important attribute. The will to win, this means doing everything it takes in order to achieve the goal. This poem reminds me of my soccer coach. All he ever asks from his players is to give 100% every time they take the field. This attitude helps players build the will to win. The message that this poem is portraying is nothing is achieved without the will to win. http://momento24.com/en/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/michael_phelps.jpg

8: The Game of Soccer by Kristen-Chantelle Woo Stadium overcrowded by hooligans and fans Cheering, waving flags, and clapping their hands Players on the field, they’re ready to start There goes the whistle; it pumps up their hearts Adding strength to the ball, and kicking it high The ball travels overhead, how beautiful it can fly Over center field, and still it goes strong Pass received with ease, and the player runs long There he goes, for his opponent’s goal He dribbles through each player; he’s on a roll He takes the shot, and curves it by The keeper dives for it, far and high The goalie misses it; the ball’s in the net There’s a moment of silence, and no regrets The winners jump for joy, that win was a must Opponents, heads tilt down low, they leave in disgust A player’s life fulfilled is playing world class, To be playing all year long on the rich green grass Play with heart, that’s the real answer Of how to play the true game of soccer.

9: This poem appeals to me mainly because it is all about soccer. Soccer has been my favorite sport since I could walk. Saying that, this poem also brings back memories from when i was in England. While I was there I went to two professional soccer games. What I remember from those games is portrayed very well by this poem. http://www.robbinssports.com/sporting-goods-store/images/brine-ncaa-primiere-soccer-ball-size-5.jpg

10: Casey at the Bat by Ernest Lawrence Thayer The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day: The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play, And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same, A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game. A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest Clung to the hope which springs eternal in the human breast; They thought, "If only Casey could but get a whack at that-- We'd put up even money now, with Casey at the bat." But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake, And the former was a hoodoo, while the latter was a cake; So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat, For there seemed but little chance of Casey getting to the bat. But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all, And Blake, the much despisd, tore the cover off the ball; And when the dust had lifted, and men saw what had occurred, There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.

11: Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell; It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell; It pounded on the mountain and recoiled upon the flat, For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat. There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place; There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile lit Casey's face. And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat, No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat. Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt; Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt; Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip, Defiance flashed in Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's lip.

12: And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air, And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there. Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped-- "That ain't my style," said Casey. "Strike one!" the umpire said. From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar, Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore; "Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted someone on the stand; And it's likely they'd have killed him had not Casey raised his hand. With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's visage shone; He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on; He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the dun sphere flew; But Casey still ignored it and the umpire said, "Strike two!"

13: "Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered "Fraud!" But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed. They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain, And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by again. The sneer is gone from Casey's lip, his teeth are clenched in hate, He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate; And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go, And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow. Oh, somewhere in this favoured land the sun is shining bright, The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light; And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout, But there is no joy in Mudville--mighty Casey has struck out.

14: When I try to think of sports poems this poem always seems to jump into my head. There are many reasons for this, the first reason is that I have had it read to me many times by my dad. So it has an ethos appeal to me. Another reason that I think of this poem a lot is that it was one of the first pieces of poetry that I actually liked. The last reason hat I enjoy this poem is that it shows that even the best can fall

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16: The Blind Side by Alfred Ramos To what courage do we fall Lest we not hear our commander’s call Fool nor folly, we must not judge To our mortal enemy we hold a grudge Though doubt clouds our mind No order shall we decline Reason gathers dust Since the day we sold our trust For God and country we march on As battle cries invade the dawn Doves stop singing as bullets cry No shield upon us, only rusted sky For honor we must die And high our flag must fly Do we wear our silent courage Where devils claim to forage Pushing forward through bloody path Over obstacles of stained wrath To what courage do we call Right or wrong, like dominoes we fall Heroes left and right to cannons burst stall One hill closer to victory for all So is courage a bad thing left to hide Move bravely forward not seeing the blind side

17: To what courage do we call Right or wrong, like dominoes we fall Heroes left and right to cannons burst stall One hill closer to victory for all So is courage a bad thing left to hide Move bravely forward not seeing the blind side | This poem is about war, not sports. But war and sports have some mental similarities. For example in sports the goal is to defeat the enemy, that is the same goal in war. This poem is describing the obstacles that one faces in war. Those obstacles are similar to those in a sports match. The mood of this poem reminded me of the mood that is in a locker room before a big game. Everyone is focused on what it is they need to overcome. This poem appeals to me because it gives me a different aspect what it truly means to win. http://www.wsaq.net/UPLOAD_FILES_HERE/American%20Flag.jpg

18: Charge of the Light Brigade by Alfred, Lord Tennyson Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade! "Charge for the guns!" he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. | "Forward, the Light Brigade!" Was there a man dismay'd? Not tho' the soldier knew Someone had blunder'd: Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred.

19: Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air, Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd: Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd. Then they rode back, but not Not the six hundred. | Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell, They that had fought so well Came thro' the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred. When can their glory fade? O the wild charge they made! All the world wondered. Honor the charge they made, Honor the Light Brigade, Noble six hundred

20: This poem was used in the opening scenes of the movie The Blind Side. Every time i think about that movie and how inspirational it was, this poem pops into my head. This poem is saying that against all odds anyone can succeed. I get a lot of inspiration out of this poem and some from the movie. This text has taught me to never give up, because no one knows what might happen.

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22: True Leaders by Jessica Taylor Leaders are like eagles, They learn to fly high. They soar above the others, Way up in the sky. They don't set out to be one, But become one instead. When all heads are turned, They are always there, Giving the team that little extra, That little push, That little shove. In the time it's needed the most, They are standing out, But they don't seem to know, That in the roughest times of all, Their job is most important, 'Cause they become the second coach, Without taking notice.

23: Having the ability is a special attribute that not many people possess. They have to power to influence others and lead them to success as well. With this power comes great responsibility. The poem says that leaders are necessary to succeed. I agree with this. A leader keeps things going in the right direction. They don't do every thing themselves but instead they inspire others to give it their all. All the attributes that I have described have been mentioned in this poem. http://thebleacherbums.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/david-beckham-lax-airport-823-8.jpg

24: A Champion by Brian Ford A Champion isn't someone that always comes in first, A Champion isn't someone that is the best, A Champion isn't someone that tells how good he or she is, A Champion isn't someone that has to be a champion. A Champion is someone that has the heart to come in first, A Champion is someone that tries his or her hardest to become the best, A Champion is someone that shows, not tells, how good he or she is, A Champion is someone who is already a champion, because he or she has already accomplished their goals. A Champion is someone that strives to become better, stronger, faster, harder to beat. Yes, alot of you can say you are a winner, but are you a champion?

25: This poem appeals to me because its not only telling the reader what it means to be a champion, but also what a champion isn't. The text is also saying that a champion is not just someone that won, but someone that gave it their best. I love that the author said that because not everyone can be the best, but everyone who cares enough can be a champion. Basically this poem is saying that if a person has given it their all they have won. Many people will disagree with this but I live by this every day. http://www.trackalerts.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/88994844_AL_7798_D1B165B546604FDB075140D212C23D79.JPG

26: Track by Angus MacIntyre My heart races as I stand alone Awaiting my signal to proceed Runners to your marks Shouts the man with the gun I get in my blocks awaiting the next command Runners set The voice screams I raise myself from the ground as the silence sets in Silence A peaceful almost dead silence as my mind is cleared Awaiting the sound BANG! The gun sounded and it was off to the races.

27: My inspiration for this poem was that i wanted to share a special feeling. This feeling is something that I only every got waiting for the gun to sound before a race. This feeling is hard to explain. My mind goes from totally crowded with thoughts and noise to empty awaiting the gun. I just wanted other people to be able to experience that kind of feeling as well. http://www.brunel.ac.uk/397/Brunel%20Masterplan/Sports%20Facilities/Sports%20Park%20(External)/Ath%20Track%20123.jpg

28: Preparation by Angus MacIntre I sit in silence Clearing all thoughts Focusing on the goal The goal Beat Jenks away Almost impossible But it was my time Time to win It was game time

29: I was inspired to write this poem because I enjoy getting my head ready for a big game and I wanted to show others how I do that. It is best to first completely clear your mind. Then start to think about the outcome you want. Then focus on the steps that you need to take to get there. I have discovered this is the best mental preparation for a big event. http://serenitythruhaiku.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/anderson_cooper.jpg

30: About The Author My name is Angus MacIntyre, i am currently a sophomore at Stillwater High School. I am Fifteen years old and was inspired to write this book from my love of sports. Sports are my life outside of school and friends. So it seemed easy enough to write about them. Some of the pictures in this book are hero's of mine that i strive to be like.

31: Works Cited Ford, Brian. Sports Poems. "A Champion." New York: Browns Company, 1996. Print. Ramos, Alfred. War Poems. " The Blind Side." New York: American History Company, 1992. Print. Taylor, Jessica. What it Takes. " True Leaders." Chicago: American Library, 2004. Print. Tennyson, Alfred Lord. Miles Climbed. “The Charge Of The Light Brigade.” New York: Poetry X. Ed. 1989. Print. Thayer, Eeriest. Life of Baseball. "Casey at the Bat." New York: Thomson Company, 1994. Print. Underwood, Melissa. Hard Work Pays Off. " Anything is Possible." New York: Browns Company, 2006. Print. Underwood, Melissa. Hard Work Pays Off. " Will to Win." New York: Browns Company,2006. Print. Woo, Kristen-chantelle. Soccer Poetry. " The Game of Soccer." Chicago: Wagon Publishing Company,2003. Print.

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