english class has inspired me

In Auburn are the Grassy Hills

When it is vacant, running miles long, it gives me a shrilll

Then come campers to park and get ready for the game

 But, who are they to blame?

When it gets too crowded, I walk down the gravel road

To a hidden pond where no one else roams

I let my dogs swim but once they get too cold,

We bring them running to see the cows which never get old

Who would have thought this would be so close to a football game?

I’ve had so many memories here, playing football in the rain

My jeans would stain with grass and mud

With all of our closest 82,000 friends, the hills would quickly flood

And soon we would resort to the game

Full of laughter, fun, and never shame

Only to come back to my second home,

The grassy hills is where I roam