[Congressional Record (Bound Edition), Volume 162 (2016), Part 6]
[Extensions of Remarks]
[Page 8558]
[From the U.S. Government Publishing Office, www.gpo.gov]




THE GIFT, RUNNING ON THE WIND, THE BREEZE--IN HONOR OF MIDFIELDER FRANK 
                                  URSO

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                         HON. MARKWAYNE MULLIN

                              of oklahoma

                    in the house of representatives

                         Friday, June 10, 2016

  Mr. MULLIN. Mr. Speaker, I rise today in honor of The University of 
Maryland Midfielder Frank Urso, who received the prestigious Teewaarton 
Legend Award on June 2nd at the Native American Museum in Washington, 
DC. Frank was a four-year 1st Team All American, leading The Terps to 
two National Championships, and two National Championship finals in his 
four years at Maryland. He joins the likes of Jim Brown, Gary Gate, and 
Eamon McEnneny. I would like to submit this poem in honor of him and 
the Native Americans who created the magnificent game of lacrosse, 
penned by fellow teammate Albert Carey Caswell.

     Long before Basket and Baseball or Football ever came to be
     All out across this great land this sweet Country tis a thee
     Came on the wind, came running on the breeze
     All out there upon those fields of green as so to be
     But came The Native Americans so all at speed.
     All in this their game of such intensity
     Of such power and might, grace and speed
     As the fastest game on foot you'll ever see
     Ah' poetry in motion
     as is this sport of beauty and combat all interweaved.
     As is Lacrosse their great gift to you and me.
     A gift to Mankind which one day would intercede
     Capturing little boys and girls hearts all at speed
     With stick in hand as they become one to compete
     While, into the night against a wall chasing their dreams.
     To Be The Best on fields of green.
     Bagattaway, as it all began with the magnificent Native 
           Americans you see
     Who are The Very Heart of what it all so means to be an 
           America indeed.
     A people of such character and courage, strength and speed
     Who to Nature so respect and heed.
     A race of people who were the antifascist of living free.
     Running on the wind, the breeze.
     Training mighty warriors for the rigors of combat, as they 
           would bleed
     Turning boys to men, giving them the strength, training, and 
           confidence they would need.
     Running on the wind, the breeze, as all across this Nation 
           their great game came to be
     As why to this day with such high regard the world envies
     As they'd pass this game down through the generations to 
           their families, from dream time of their great 
           ancestors in history
     This gift we now know as LACROSSE, so much achieves.
     Building character and strength, and such teamwork to cement 
           all who intervene
     Now, growing far and wide all throughout our country sides
     For no greater game has yet to be devised
     As it reaches deep down into ones very soul
     As does their fine gift to America to behold.
     Running on the wind.
     To them so much we owe.
     Ode to The Native American, who've given us this great game 
           we all love and know
     Of stamina and courage, and of grace, which put smiles upon 
           our face
     Of skill and such grit, and the teamwork so all in it
     With such might and speed she gives us all we need.
     Ah' running on the wind, the breeze, Lacrosse
     All in this Native American's Game of Speed.

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