The Land Behind The School

It was the land behind the high school that I attended for all four years. Surrounded by bleachers that would be filled with happy fans, cheering on the home team. In the fall it was our boys wearing shoulder pads and helmets. Then in the spring runners in shorts and a jersey. It was one dream surrounded by another. Inside the football boys with green grass, a goal at each end and a scoreboard. Then on the outside it was slick black pavement with four lanes for the track team. The land where practices are held, limits are pushed, and dreams can become a reality if only you put in the work.