He was born to a family
Way to the north.
All he ever wanted to do
Was shoot a puck or two

He could skate better than he could walk
So he practiced and practiced
As hard as he could,
Just so he could shoot a puck or two.

Into a fine young man he grew
At least 6’ plus two
He played and played all through school
Just so he could shoot a puck or two.

He grew to be lightning fast,
As his slap shot is 90 or more
And his team knew
He could shoot a puck or two

So in the future, when you watch him play
Just know that he plays and plays
Just so he can shoot a puck or two
For you

Linda Franklin

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-grew-to-be-lightning-fast/