Goodbye To NFL
The fiddler from his stance still cries, aloft
about tradition for his family;
that manner written in his book, but ‘oft
belies that new norms may, conclusive, be.
And so, America abandons flag;
respect for anthem now no longer sung.
We hear free speech a woeful waste; a hag
like Berkeley’s needs are willful, shameful rung.
Tradition dies with men of weaker will
and may attendance at the game be lame.
My hand is ‘oer my heart. I’ll sing until
tradition and its voice may yet remain.
I’ll shut my TV off for NFL
and miss that twilight’s gleam upon our hill.