Take Me Home!
A Job Well Done
Dragging along wearily, feet scuffing the floor
So relieved to finally enter home's door
Baggage is shed and forgotten for the night
Crawling up the stairs requires all your might

As you wash away all of the sweat and the tears
You know that this day will stand out among your years
The pains of an aching body and tired muscles fade
With visions of crowds screaming your name

Bright lights and brilliant colors flash before your eyes
You're there amid the drums, the wails, and the cries
Of all those pushing and straining with you to win
An effort to avenge the losses that have been

And when the victory's won, and the screams subside
After the last embrace, once the tears of joy have been cried
You can finally rest, for the day has been won
Sinking against the pillows, a job well done
Guard Poems
Guard Goodies

Take Me Home!