Read Poem: MAHOMES, by Jon Michael Johnson

who is this man who wears fifteen

who blinds us in his white and red

there are no records left to shred

always generous, never mean

covered in mud and squeaky clean

how can mere human be this strong

a different kind of godlike brawn

lightening quick with a chieftain roar

when others fall he just gives more

it’s a Patrick-colored dawn


Author: poetryfest

Submit your Poetry to the Festival. Three Options: 1) To post. 2) To have performed by an actor 3) To be made into a film.

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