VermontA Poem by kelseymore...
there is one guy
he's from Vermont
he's got sparkles in his eyes
and yet i can't recall his name
his brother is in Kilo
his eyes sparkle to
and their parents are great to
all from Brattleboro
it's cold there
he's my type of guy
living in the cold
and not where it's hot
he is a very knowledgeable boy
we met at a game
a football game
he sat next to me
his smile was great
it was infectious
and that's why i'm astounded
i can't remember his name
we talked through the whole game
quarters one, two, three, and four
it was like we had met before
like old friends catching up
we talked about anything
we talked about everything
we never ran out of words to speak
he was a high school student
he educated me on football
i taught him soccer
we talked and talked
it never got old
our parents and siblings
well they sat in front of us
they talked and talked
but not as much as us
when it came to the end
i didn't want him to go
but he said goodbye
he was so polite and he left
i saw him again
i was waiting for my brother
he waved in his passing
he was gone -- again
i hoped i would see him again
so we could talk
and i could catch his name
but he waved and was gone
maybe next time i will see him again
i hope he remembers what we did
if he doesn't we can start fresh
and maybe then i will remember his name
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