Like rain it sounded till it curved And then I knew ’twas wind – It walked as wet as any Wave But swept as dry as sand – When it had pushed itself away To some remotest Plain A coming as of Hosts was heard That was indeed the Rain – It filled the Wells, […]
The Football Posts that Dad Built (continued) . They took ages to arrive But we still played on the pitch Late on Summer nights And long on holiday afternoons, All the kids round our way bringing boots and trainers To try and score against my Dad. . By Paul Cookson (to be continued) . The […]
