With the City and region still in a state of euphoria I thought I’d post another Saints poem from one of our faithful listeners Don LeCocq, (pronounced Le-Coke). The name of the poem is….

YOU BLESSED US BOYS

THE GATES ARE CLOSED, THE DOORS ARE LOCKED

THE CLEATS ALL PUT AWAY

THE HELMETS, PANTS AND JERSEYS

STORED FOR ANOTHER DAY

THE SCREAMS HAVE STOPPED, AS TRUTH SETS IN

OUR HEARTS FEEL PURE DELIGHT

WHAT A YEAR OUR TEAM HAS HAD

TO REACH ITS NEW FOUND HEIGHT

WHEN WE LOOK BACK PLUS 40 YEARS

AND THINK WHAT WE’VE BEEN THRU

IT SURELY IS HARD TO BELIEVE

WHAT WE NOW SEE IS TRUE

WE’VE SEEN THE MUFFS, THE DROPS, THE SLIPS

THE BRUISES, CUTS AND STITCHES

BUT NOW THIS TEAM HAS RAISED ITS HEAD

AND GONE FROM BAGS TO RICHES

AS ALL THE WORLD VIEWS OUR GREAT JOY

IT CAN’T BE HARD TO SEE

HOW MUCH WE LOVE OUR MIGHTY SAINTS

AND THAT GORGEOUS FLEUR DE LIS

OUR LOVE AND JOY IS EVERYWHERE

JUST LOOK ON EVERY FACE

THE SAINTS HAVE GIVEN BROGHERHOOD

TO EVERY COLOR, CREED AND RACE

I’VE NEVER SEEN OUR PEOPLE

AS CLOSE AS THEY ARE NOW

MY HOPE, MY WISH, AND YES MY PRAYER

IS FOR ALL TO KEEP THAT VOW

TO EVERY PLAYER AND EACH COACH

NO NAMES ARE NEEDED HERE

YOU WORKED AND CLICKED AND WON AS ONE

YOU REACHED YOUR GOAL IT’S CLEAR

OUR CITY HAS BEEN BATTERED

FLOODED, BURNED AND TORN APART

BUT GOD WAS GOOD TO SEND YOU HERE

TO BUILD AND FILL OUR HEART

THANK YOU SAINTS FOR ALL YOU’VE DONE

WE’RE BLESSED WITH YOUR ENDEAVOR

THE LOVE AND HOPE AMONG US ALL

WILL SURELY LAST FOREVER