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Lucas Zornoza

Turf

Slanting streaks stripe the terrain,
Looking like a Saint Patty’s day shirt.
Peculiar white lines litter the landscape.
On occasion, when some are sleeping,
This place becomes illuminated.
Decorated with light in the midst of all the darkness,
Filled with uproarious fervor while others rest,
The arena crams full, ready to collapse
All watching the ball being booted about.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]