For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. William Wordsworth . . . Monday 22nd April 2013 Chromasport & Trophies United Counties League k.o.:- 7.45pm […]
This is the place. Stand still, my steed, Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy Past The forms that once have been. The first verse of “A Gleam of Sunshine” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882) Tuesday 16th April 2013 Chromasports & Trophies United Counties League k.o.:- 7.45pm Premier Division […]
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: The opening lines of John Keats’ “Ode to a Nightingale” Don’t the above words just fill you with foreboding? I’d recently taken […]
My mind’s frustration weighs Heavier than failure. Alas, my heart and I Know not how to endure. – Sri Chinmoy Easter Monday 1st April 2013 Chromasport & Trophies United Counties League k.o.:- midday Premier Division Wellingborough Town 1 […]
I am not a religious man I place my faith and loyalty. Like any other football fan. In the demi -gods I see. Performing minor miracles of ball control and football skill In overcoming obstacles. To score the goal which will fulfil. My ambitions for my team Which is to see them win again The […]
