His Dream

His heart was broken
He'd tried so hard
To help win the game
And get his chance to start.

But he'd choked up
And fumbled the ball
Slipping on the wet grass
And having nothing to break his fall.

He hung his head
And turned away
Wanting to be invisible
And not face another day.

He must've been the worst quarterback
In the history of football
He didn't know that after the season
It wouldn't matter at all.

The scoreboard flaunted the win
Of the opposing team
It seemed to glare at him
Why did even it seem to be so mean?

As he left the field
Sorry about the game
I came up to him
And called his name.

I tried my best
To give him inspiring advice
He said that it was because I was the coach's daughter
And it was my job to be nice.

I shook my head
And told him he'd be great
But he didn't believe me.
He muttered, "Forget it, Kate."

His senior year
He made the winning touchdown
After leading the team to an undefeated season
Winning every heart in our small town.

"Told you!" I teased
After that last game
And he patted my shoulder
And paused until words came.

"Yeah, that's right.
I should've listened to you.
I thought I was awful,
But what you said was true:

'If you follow your heart
And give it your all
It all comes down to
How you play football'."

He won the Highsman
No matter how impossible it may seem
A boy with crooked legs
Was a quarterback who fufilled his dream.