Peyton Manning

Well.

I’ve meant to post this poem written by my daughter for quite some time. Along with a lot of other to-post-to-blog pictures and paraphernalia.

I find my desk littered with scribbled bits of paper and lists jotted and every now and then a coherent thought caught up in the fray. Some manage to make it onto my blog and computer screen and some languish on the sidelines, some lurk in the wings. Some get crossed off. That’s just the way of things and the constant hustle bustle of happenings and my want to’s and shoulds and have-to’s.

This week seemed like it just might be the week for a poem called Peyton Manning to be published here at A Delightful Glow.

My daughter wrote it sometime in the latter part of 2012 or in 2013. She doesn’t remember when, I don’t remember when, and I know she didn’t show it to me right away. She will casually show me things she’s made or written, every so often, with a “Hey, Mom, I’ve been going to show you this __________ . “

Time flies, so remembering when is like the proverbial needle in the haystack. And like the broken record I am about time going so quickly and not recalling when things happen………. I think my byline for my blog should be “Time Travels Lickety-Split” or “A Maze of Days and Haze Going By in a Blaze” or “Posthaste, Time Marches On.”

Peyton Manning made history this week as he broke the NFL’s all-time touchdown record.

In honor of history and this moment, here is our daughter’s poem.

Peyton Manning

 

Peyton Manning’s like a king,

Who rules well over everything,

The offense and the defense too,

He knows exactly what they will do.

Before the play he looks about,

“Omaha!” he does shout,

He snaps the ball, looks here and there,

And skillfully spirals it through the air,

The receiver catches and holds on tight!

Then runs and runs with all his might!

First down, first down, and first again,

Peyton is zooming on to win,

Peyton’s fast. They cover ground.

Then, soon he’s thrown a grand touchdown!

It is an honor to see him play.

“Peyton is the best,” many say.

He hasn’t won every single game,

But he certainly belongs in the hall of fame!

Renae J. Flora, at age 12

Ah…memories…

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