by Celeste Johnston
In the Ultimate game the Young Titan once again
Sent a ball into the cold Midwestern night
With a swing so beautiful as to seem unreal.
And That joy once so elusive for the Orange and Black
Was once again within their grasp.
In the Ultimate game the Young Titan once again
Sent a ball into the cold Midwestern night
With a swing so beautiful as to seem unreal.
And That joy once so elusive for the Orange and Black
Was once again within their grasp.
Nice–reminds me, in a good way, of Emily Dickinson.
Celeste–the Belle of the West Coast.
thanks Steve. The compliment is very much appreciated!