Dreams of Gridiron Greatness

A little boy is looking through the fence
At the field beyond
Dreaming.

The flood lights shine on the bright uniforms
As the helmets reflect their
Gleaming.

The dark night sky frames the field in velvet black
As its white lined green
Glistens.

The little boy is wondering how it feels
To run and tackle as he
Listens.

August 2006 by Glen Alan Woods

I have specific vivid memories of standing to the side of a fence at night looking out onto a football field as young men played the game. They looked so huge and moved so fast. I wanted to be able to do that someday. My freshman year in high school, at the encouragement of my brothers, I took the risk and asked the coach if I could play football. Although I was small in those days, they said, "Sure, why not?" In the four years of my football playing career, I lived out the dream of that little boy.