On That 24

a poem on the 24th:

Only 47 Worked Like Him
No Other Player Popped Up
After Plays, Ran To The Huddle
Played Like He Lived, Alive
Was A Joy To Be Hit By
Carved His Way With Such Utter Intention
Into The Minds Of The Opposition
The Big Hearts Of The Red-and-Black Clad Nation
We Gave Ovations Well Deserved
To A Young Man From Jersey
For Such A Short Run
When He Was Way Deep
Down South To Create
Sounds From Our Mouths
Little Ol’ Knowshon Moreno
Hurdling, Thrusting, Diving
To Glory, Glory