The 12th Man triumphs over the Cornhuskers

[Football player]

The sweat rolls down my face. I close my eyes and pray, "God, please help me be the best I can ever be. Tonight, this night, this is our night. Do you hear that? Do your angels sing this loud? Have they ever been as in unison as these cries Oh Lord? Let them give me strength."

[crowd]

" ... We've got to fight boys, we've got to fight! We've got to fight for Maroon and White!..."

[Coach]

From beginning to end boys, you've given it everything. I don't expect anything more than your continuous perfect performance. This crowd, listen to this crowd. Can you feel the intense atmosphere? Don't you hear your school backing you all up? I know the clock ticks away. If your legs are cramping, if your body is reaching its limit, if your breath won't support your body any longer-- look up. Look at the stands and listen to the chorus of the Twelve Man!

[crowd]

"Good luck to dear old Texas Aggies. They are the boys who show the real old fight..."

[commentators]

"With a minute left of the game and Texas A&M leading Nebraska 9 to 6, all the Aggies have to do is hold up the Cornhusker's offense."

"I tell ya' Harry, I've never heard a crowd as loud as this one.. This sure does feel like a record-breaking phenomenon!"

"I gotta hand it to them, Bob. With all of these personal fouls from the Nebraska team.. Coach Bo Pelini must be throwing fits down on the sidelines."

"Either way, this 12th Man is sure givin' them a hard rock to roll!"

[crowd]

"We're gonna beat you all to Chigaroogarem

Chigaroogarem

Rough, Tough, Real stuff, Texas A&M.

"Saw Varsity's Horns Off

Saw Varsity's Horns Off

Saw Varsity's Horns Off

Short! A! WHOOP!"

[Narrator]

The wind kept blowing in A&M's favor all night. A myriad of white 12th man towels filled the air. A mantle of maroon covered the decks in Kyle Field all game long. The Aggie spirit swayed left to right as 90,000 fans became one. With seconds left of the game, the Ags overcome the cornhuskers with a turnover. Ryan Tannehill kneels and the time left over continues to run. The sea of maroon floods the field and the Aggies begin a celebration not experienced in a long time.

Allie loves Kristie

Oh Kristie how I love thee

your smile is like sun on a tree

Your asianess is apple in a pie

your sugar is more sugary than sugar

I'm happy and no one else can beat

the happiness you have given me

On the Horizon

On the horizon there I see,

A small silouette

buzzing like a bee.

What contemplations must this be?

For I know none

who is as glee.

On the horizon there I see,

A young, tall man

as big as a tree!

What aspirations are within thee?

For you are sole-ly

the one for me.

(comment by the author: This poem was meant to be lively and funny, nothing too deep.)

I found you

Just another squeak, just one more squeak. Please, swing, please squeak again before I jump off and land back to reality. It must be nice to swing back and forth forever. Nothing to worry about, just the rhythm-- that back and forth with a squeak at each point. No worries, no thoughts, no responsibilities.

The leaves are falling, some pass by me. Each leave dances and falls in place with the rhythm of the blowing wind. The brown colours fused with redish yellow match my olive jacket. My braids wait on the strength of the wind to lift them up. Come alive, little ones. Come back to life. Don't you feel the wind blowing hard; it's trying so hard. And these eyes, why must you be so cast down? Oh eyes, does the wind not move you? Cheeks, why won't you add some support for the smile you once knew?

I look up at the falling leaves above me and close my eyes. Just one wish is on my mind. All of my face is in waiting. All is tense for a second. Nothing to wait for, nothing to move me.

But wait, what holds my cheeks now? What strokes my cheeks so tenderly? The corners of the mouth begin to reach up as if to wake up the cheeks. Slowly my lips part. My cheeks begin to redden. Suddenly, my muscles begin to work, a smile creeps up on my face, and my eyes become alive.

"Eureka," you say.

"You found me," I reply.

Stretching

The arch bends,

Arms thrust forward.

Head low.

Toes stretching outward.

One movement,

One harmonic move.

Exhaling outward

The sighs that fester within.

Shoulders are raised,

The neck bends the other way.

Eyes begin to awaken

And the backbone lunges forward

One deep breath inward,

The neck moves in a circular pattern.

One long exhale.

One long goodbye to stress.

The Answer

The wind whistles in my ear

A strange sound persuades me to move

Hardly a thought passes by

And my hair begins to sway

following the direction of the wind.

Oh wind, Oh mighty wind

What must I do to keep myself in place,

To keep my desired control,

To steer away from the flow?

Must I be so easily moved?

So carelessly should my movements be?

No thought, no control, no intentions but to follow?

One thing I must know,

when am I to be free from your strength?

Telephone call from Kristie

It's 1 am. Kristie called. I answered.

I chose a title.

That's all for now.

Concrete tomorrow.

-Allie