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It was early in the Spring of '17
When a high school boy lived
The dream of standing alone
On free-throw line, afraid.
Where, with seconds to go and
Rock in hand, my young grandpa
Just needed to land one last
Shot to ensure victory's parade.
Here, sweat and dirt plainly revealed
How grueling are contests
Pitting boys once thrilled with
Playing games big men want to win.
For, despite defenses, stingy, the
Scores weren't low, as impartial
Referees lifted whistles to blow
Conclusions to what did soon begin
Grandpa's toss of Vimy Ridge valor
Under German grenades in Belgium's
Dark hour that trumpeted graves
For the deeds of fallen, such men.
When a high school boy lived
The dream of standing alone
On free-throw line, afraid.
Where, with seconds to go and
Rock in hand, my young grandpa
Just needed to land one last
Shot to ensure victory's parade.
Here, sweat and dirt plainly revealed
How grueling are contests
Pitting boys once thrilled with
Playing games big men want to win.
For, despite defenses, stingy, the
Scores weren't low, as impartial
Referees lifted whistles to blow
Conclusions to what did soon begin
Grandpa's toss of Vimy Ridge valor
Under German grenades in Belgium's
Dark hour that trumpeted graves
For the deeds of fallen, such men.
