The wind blows shaking the amber leaves
twisting them free and gently floating them towards
our backyard homemade football field.
For fall is for the fighting, the waging of the war
that’s fought upon the gridiron for the settling of the score
From the armchair coaches calling out the plays
watching their favorite college team to break through the tunnel
to the packed out Friday nights at their high school football games
there’s nothing like football to signal fall here
like the roar of the hometown crowd filling the air.
It’s the sound of the game as it echoes through the stadium
the smell of sweat still lingering in the air,
there’s nothing like football to signal fall is here.
For fall is for fighting, the waging of the war
that’s fought upon the gridiron for the settling of the score.