Building the Dream

Two men share a dream.
To escape the air stream.
Together they start to build.
Gathering parts to be milled.

With a screwdriver, hammer, and wrench.
Building each part on the bench.
On to the carts to be wheeled.
Strung along the field.

Looking over their notes.
They assemble it with screws and bolts.
Connecting it all to the hull.
With each problem rolling around in their skulls.

Fusion reactor and Ion engines are in.
Then they attach the fins.
Wiring the controls in the cockpit.
They make everything fit.

Once a pile of junk.
Now something to get them out of their funk.
Seeing before their eyes.
The craft that will reach beyond the skies.

Strapped in their seats.
A new adventure they will meet.
When they started people would scoff.
But now it’s the countdown to blastoff.

Higher and higher they go.
Leaving behind them their woes.
Everything feels right.
Forward into the eternal night.

Hot as Ice

By Bill Horst-Kotter

Grab my stick and hit the ice.

My skates are sharp and it feels nice.

Passed the blue line and grabbed the puck.

Toward the goal with some luck.

Deke the goalie because he’s a rookie.

And flick the puck where mama hides the cookies.

For the kids on the streets to the stars on the ice.

Hockey is the game that I like.

Howe, Orr, and Gretsky make the game great.

It all started when I saw my first game when I was eight. 

To all the hot shots that rush the net.

Today is the day your match has been met.

I love it when you scorers try to get close.

Because I am the guy that makes your shots a joke.

I will use my body to be a wall

So the goal light won’t answer your call.

I make opposing teams’ stars look like guacamole.

Because I am the guy they call the goalie.

For the kids in the streets to the stars on the ice.

Hockey is the game that I like.

Hasek, Roy, and Plante made the game great.

Me loving this game was a matter of fate.

I am the guy that makes the stars shine.

Because I protect him when it’s game time.

Check him into the boards hard.

And I am the one that will make you see stars.

Drop the gloves and fist fly like lightning.

Then the linesmen gave me five minutes for fighting.

In the box, hanging my head in shame.

But I’m the goon so I get all the blame.

For the kids on the streets to the stars on the ice.

Hockey is the game that I like.

Probert, Ray, and McSorley made the game great.

So head to your local arena before it’s too late.

This was my attempt to make a rap song about ice hockey.