Norquay Poets

As the players' faces began to glow bright as the sky,
They swelled and filled with a static charge.
The crowd roared as the star of the game shot a goal,
As the third goal was fired into the net,
The audience jumped high as though spark had generated in their seats.
The opposing team reacted as though anti-freeze was poured on the rink,
The two teams spun out of control,
As the referees kicked in like deer.

A hand is a map,
With little roads drawn in.
There are big and small roads,
There are tall mountains.
Blue rivers run along,
Connected to each other.