Colleen Ward

If It Got Any Easier, It'd Be Called Football

Run the routine.
Make it clean!
Don't forget to double knot your sneakers.
Austin Powers' voice blares over the speakers.
Jump high, motions tight.
"Starlite, star bright!"
Don't ever stop smiling.
It feels like America should start dialing.
Our performance is vital,
Because we're going for a National title.
Under our feet, the spring floor squeaks,
We've been depending on this moment for weeks.
On autopilot for our next trick,
By now we're all feeling a little sick.
Almost done, just hit the last stunt.
I love performing when I'm in the front.
We've got the best pyramid around.
After your back handspring don't forget to rebound!
By our facial expressions you can tell we're having a blast.
Backstage we act like we're the "Friends" cast.
This is the part where we steal the hearts in the crowd.
Now is the time to make our parents and coaches proud.
Joined as one, we came from different lifestyles.
But together we can run a million miles.


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