Gridiron Dream

The whistle blows, the crowd takes flight,
Under autumn skies or Monday night.
From frozen fields to desert heat,
Eleven hearts, one goal to beat.

The roar of fans, the clash of pads,
The highs so sweet, the lows so bad.
Heroes rise and legends fall,
On painted grass, they give their all.

From rookies fresh with dreams to chase,
To grizzled vets who’ve set the pace,
Each yard hard-earned, each inch a fight,
Beneath the glare of stadium light.

And when the clock ticks down to none,
One team will stand, the war well-won.
A silver prize, the Lombardi gleam—The ultimate gridiron dream.