The Forgotten Team

They arrive each morning with shoes laced tight;
No glove, no bat, no racquet, no ball.
They head out the door for the first run of the day.
Their gear is two legs, two feet, and heart. . . . that's all.

They are the best reflection of what their school has to offer,
A proud tradition of titles and wins.
They are confident and proud, yet kind and reserved.
In August they are boys, by November they are men!

All week they run with little praise or reward;
A trip to the state meet, that is their dream.
On Saturday they win and make me proud;
At school on Monday they are The Forgotten Team.

They keep working and hoping and giving their best;
Their legs and lungs are strong, their bodies are lean.
When it is all said and done on that Saturday in November,
They will stand tall on the medal stand. . . . The Forgotten Team!