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Playing in a coaches league. Soccer in early Spring,
At Marymoor Park, it was a Male thing.
I had just received a pass from my mate,
When a player, from the other team
Hit me from behind, as I was kicking the ball.
My foot hit the ground, with a sizeable force.
I heard a SNAP, my ankle of course.
I limped to the side, swearing in vain
For I started to fell this terrible pain.
I sat down next to some friends
And took off my shoe on the injured leg.
Taking my foot out of the shoe
And watched as my foot swelled to almost
Double it's size. I was helped to my car,
Across a very wide ditch and drove
To our home, thankful for automatic.
I pulled into the driveway, which was on a slope,
Honked the horn, looking for help.
My wife came out and rescued me.
Going across the street to see
Our neighbor who was an Orthopedic, M. D.
He drove me down to his office
In Redmond, where he put on
A soft cast, up to my knee
To make sure I had circulation.
I went to the store and got me some crutches
And would meet the Dr. the next day.
He put me in a cast above my knee.
The pain, I recall was like stabs of
Fire, especially when I dropped my
Foot from my desk drawer, where it rested.
A short story but there is more to tell
About driving to Lincoln City, for vacation.

Argh he said,
as he wiped off his chin
with the sleeve of his arm
and that's when it begin.

He was a motley type,
his face covered with hair.
Not very quick,
or I wasn't aware.

His eyes were dark blue,
I noticed his face,
he didn't belong here,
not of the human race.

He looked right at me,
that's when I saw,
the pinkish scar
underneath his jaw.
I thought I would ask him,
what the scar was about.
I opened my mouth wide,
but no words would come out.

I wanted to know about him.
Where did you come from?
But he turned his body,
and with a little sound,
was out the door,
and couldn't be found.

Standing by the campfire,
so many years ago.
Trying to stay warm,
when it began to snow.
The hiss of snowflakes
into the flaming fire.
The flickering shadows,
across the ground
so white with snow.
Smelling the smoke,
now on our clothes.
Banking the fire,
going to our tent,
into our sleeping bag,
trying to sleep
until dawn
of a Winter morn.

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