Don’t Turn Out the Lights
By David Pulling
On the Occasion of Our Final High School Softball Game

Don’t turn out the lights, Coach—
Not yet.
Let us walk across this green field together,center-field.jpg
One last time
Wearing green ribbons and ponytails.

Side by side,
Arm in arm,
Laughing and crying,
Buddy to buddy—
We are teammates.

So let’s walk slow—
Make it last as long as we can.
It’ll be time to leave soon enough—

And leaving tonight will surely last long enough,
As we move on
To green fields somewhere else,
To bright futures yet imagined.

But let the bright future wait until tomorrow.

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Tonight, let us hold memories fast
Of wearing our numbers one last time,
Of the field lights outshining the darkness,
Of the flag fluttering in the center field breeze,
Of walking in cleats on this soft Bermuda carpet,

Of the mingled smell of leather, sweat, and dust,
Of winning,
Of losing,
Of playing this little girls’ game–
And now, these ending tears.

But best of all, let us hold memories fast

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Of one another.

Yes,
We are Lady Bobcats, Class of ‘07–
Thanks for leaving on the lights, Coach,
This one last time.

dscf0414.jpg To the Seniors: Ann, Kelli Jo, Courtney, Gretchen–Thanks for the memories!

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