Twas the Night ‘fore the Iron Bowl

By February 19, 2014 Uncategorized No Comments

By Katie Brooks Boone, Class of 2014

   Twas the night ‘fore the Iron Bowl and all through Jordan Hare,

Not a player was stirring, there was only a prayer.

The helmets were hung on the lockers with care,

In hope that bragging rights soon would be theirs.

The players were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of victories danced in their heads.

Saban in his Houndstooth, Gus in his vest

Had just settled down for a long pregame rest.

Then out on the field but a second remained

The crowd’s high emotions could not be contained.

On the edge of their seats, they sat still as stone,

While all eyes were fixed on the southern inzone.

More rapid than eagles Chris Davis he flew.

They whistled and shouted “GO ORANGE AND BLUE!”

Now 5 yards now 10 yards now 20 and more.

On the 40, the 30, the 20 to score!

From the end of the redzone to the top of the stands,

“WEAGLE! WAR EAGLE!” yelled all Auburn fans.

Back up to T-Town the Crimson Tide flew

With a bus full of boys and Lord Nicholas too.

And now for forever they’ll think on this day–

The kick that was missed, the miracle play.

Gus waved to his fans, to his team gave a nod,

And down the fans came to the field to applaud.

And they heard him exclaim ere he vanished from sight

“War Eagle to all, and to all a good night.”

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