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Go ‘Hawks! (poem) | Letter
T’was the night before playoffs and all through Seattle,
The team is still sleeping, except for Pete Carroll.
His lineup is ready, his coaches are too.
Pete phones Russell Wilson, “You know what to do.”
With visions of wins running through his head,
The 12th man tosses and dreams in his bed.
On Thomas, on Thurmond, on Unger and Wagner,
On Baldwin, on Chancellor, on Hauschka and Irvin.
On Kearse, Meband, Miller, Okung,
Sherman, Harvin and Tate…did we hear BOOM?
Put in Lynch in a pinch and watch the Beast drive
Watch Wilson throw, keeping said drive alive.
While opponents tremble on Seahawk soil,
Unprepared for the fans and The Clink’s turmoil.
While Wilson finds his man in the mob,
Any man will do a fine Seahawks’ job.
T’was the night before playoffs and all through the land,
The 12th man screamed loudly, Yes we can, yes we can, yes we can!
Suzanne G. Beyer, Bothell