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Gateway to Davis
I am from where the gateway
is a national park.
I am from where sports run the city,
where winning is a tradition for one team—
and a new experience for the other.
I am from where everything is visible
at the top of the biggest arch in the world.
I come from sitting beside a pool,
watching the fireworks burst above my head
I come from where people go to get custard
and forget about the lack luster of ice cream.
I come from the tradition of winning is
instilled in everyone from the pros,
to the children scoring the final
game winning goal in the driveway,
as the imaginary clock rolls to zero.
I am from where friends go out on a lake
and carve through the tough clear ice. From where
if there is open ice at the rink,
the boys go out and play 2 on 2. From
growing up, stick in hand,
shooting pucks off the synthetic ice,
marking the post with an echoing clang. From where,
getting hit by solid discs of vulcanized rubber is fun.
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