Go! Go! Go!

GO! GO! GO!

     The constant rantings

and ravings of a Sunday afternoon

rang throughout the hallways and out the

door to where I sat playing

           usually with little toy cars

or trucks               moving the

ever abundant Oklahoma sand

from one place to another,  mom

always says most of it went directly

to my shoes.

          TOUCHDOWN!!

   rang loudly      louder than the

GO's      then echoed back from

the house across the street.

      I jump up       destroying vast

sand highways and interchanges

as I run to the living room and

pretend to be interested in something

that I can't begin to fathom,

       wanting to just too young

to comprehend.      "Hey! your

daddy wasn't a glass blower"

   the aging old man would say

sitting in his throne       awaiting

his blue and silver army's

victory.

                                 Jay C. Donihoo