Poem: A Seahawk Salute

A SEAHAWK SALUTE

By Jean Monce Bryant

To start the game--a coin toss

To end the game--a painful loss

But you can hold your heads up high

You're SUPER and I'll tell you why

Just stop and look at what you've won

Your Victory is not undone

With perseverance talent grace

You've earned a very special place

You've played with honor

Played with class

A legacy

None can surpass

If Super Bowl

The final game

Then Super Duper

Is your name

When you play fair

And you don't cheat

Well don't you know

There's no defeat

Some folks will win

At any price

And that has Honor

In it's vise

You've reached to others

In their pain

And so to me

It's very plain

You show we're here

To share our good

And really bring

True Brotherhood

To hospitals

To bring some cheer

Those children

Are so very dear

To care for others

So in need

That is no idle

Simple deed

So hold your heads up

Way up high

And know that God

Is standing by

Money and Fame

Are not the Prize

But are you worthy

In THOSE eyes

Let's feed the hungry

House the poor

True Brotherhood

That will endure

Not fancy cars

The glitz the fame

But what we're doing

In His name

For God is watching

That is true

THAT referee

Is there with you

Though others seem

To win the Prize

The real win

Is in God's eyes

If you play fair

And you don't cheat

Well don't you see

There's No Defeat