Ode to the Seahawks | LETTER TO THE EDITOR

"Super Bowl or Bust," A poem by Vicki Shamek of Renton

“Super Bowl or Bust”

We’ve had a phenomenal football run
truth to be told
Now the Hawks face Down the Broncos
They’re in the Super Bowl

The shopping list is all made out
The beer is packed on ice
The sacred chair is precisely placed
To take in all the sights

It’s bound to be a nail-biter
My blood pressure is running high
Look out Denver Broncos
Those Hawks are gonna fly

It’s just a football game
Grown men dressed in tights
Pumped up on testosterone
They ought to call it “Ladies Night”

It’s great to be a Seattleite
Mirrored in a sea of blue and green
Our 12th Man flag proudly flies
It’s such a sight to see

The 12th Man shall rise up and rumble
They’re known for their seismic screams
The sounds will echo everywhere
From Seattle to New Jersey

The playbook has been opened
Pete Carroll calls the shots
The Hawks they are a well-oiled machine
They’ll give it all they’ve got

The Seahawks are like the Osprey
They soar above to get things done
The Broncos are like wild horses
They get spooked and then they run

So, just out on the horizon
Lies the prestigious Lombardi
Like a carrot dangling in a race
It’s well within our reach

Let’s hear it for the Seahawks
Super Bowl or bust
We would like to thank them for a fantastic ride
And wish them lots of luck!

Vicki Shamek,
Renton