"Broncho" Gallock

A football coach has taught this human flesh

The fluid speech of organ-fugues by Bach.

As a fleet melody slips through a mesh

Of other notes, avoiding any shock

With tunes that run and interlace, just so

This boy can lightly weave among his mates,

And leaping, bowing, swaying, swerving, go

Racing to goal with rhythm of the fates.

But his mind stumbles into Shakespeare class

Pompously posturing, uncouthily funny;

He labels Furnivall an awful ass,

And cites as greatest of the critics, Tunney.

He seeks this goal, and thinks that he comes near it:

"An equal growth of body, mind and spirit."