Bowl 40 and 8
©2014 Rolland G. Smith
With pride the fans came to the bowl,
thinking their team could control
the ball on the ground
in the air all around
to the other, a bell would toll.
The bowl is the ultimate game,
Teams getting their fortune and fame.
Bowl forty and eight
We’ll see and we wait
Will the teams next year be the same?
The Bronco’s from Denver do fight
the Seahawaks from the West of might.
The temperatures fine
At least for this time
No snow in the North to excite
Today with some with hindsight and woes
and healing of scrimmaging blows.
No media hype
Or occasional snipe
The losers, their bragging, now stowed.
In this life of struggle and fears,
In this time of laughter and tears.
We need this big game,
To help us stay sane
And New Jersey sent us the cheers.
The season is over and done,
The heart never caring who won,
The game is the thing
By hoping to bring,
A code of competitive fun.