Sweat, heavy breaths.
Spikes on grass.
Spears and other gear.

Faster, Better, in sync with the atmosfere.
Cheering and Clapping
Singing an outworn cheer

Your own heart pounding....
Waiting for the hard cracking of a gun.

Like Horses galloping In circles we Trot with pride.
Till one of us brakes the line.

Later in the bus
The stinch of sweat and Adrenaline fulls the air.
A clutter of Giggles and cries.
A speaker its all I hear.
Once again we sing as one for the remaining trip back to where we belong.