Symphony in Yellow An omnibus across the bridge Crawls like a yellow butterfly, And here and there a passer-by Shows like a little restless midge. . The barges full of yellow hay Are moored against the shadowy wharf, And, like a yellow silken scarf, The thick fog hangs along the quay. . The yellow leaves […]
Saint Valentines Day Massacre . What did I ever do to Dorothy Prewitt? She sent me a heart with an arrow right through it! So … if she wants war (well I didn’t begin it) I’ll draw her a heart with an axe buried in it! . by Philip Waddell Wednesday 1st February 2023 […]
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen […]
Dad stomped in, all grumpy and sore, He stamped his feet and slammed the door. He growled and grimaced and threw down his coat, And made funny noises down his throat. Then mum said kindly, “Don’t worry dear…” “United might still win again this year.” By Rachel Appleyard . Sunday 1st March 2020Austrian Bundesliga SK […]
The Football Pitch that Dad Built (continued) At last they arrived. Dad unwrapped the parcel and unravelled the nets. He stretched them between his vice like hands testing their strength and smiling his approval. Eventually the bright orange nets hung over the posts. He put the ball down, took three paces back ran… and then…thump! […]
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 […]
Why do you love football by Candy Simpson . Why do you love football? What do you see in it? Why not watch another sport Like Rugby, Golf, or Cricket? . Well let me answer that my friend And put your mind at rest I love the beautiful game Because it’s simply the best . […]
from:- “The Goals of Bingo Boot” And all the while in streets and parks On pitches large or small Without a proper pair of boots Sometimes without a ball! With tin cans in the clattering yard In weather cold or hot Young Bingo shimmied left and right And scored with every shot . His poor […]
The fans in the stand are silent You could hear the fall of a pin For the fabulous game just ended And the tale that’s about to begin. . From “The Goals of Billy Boot” by Allan Ahlberg (1937 – ) Saturday 3rd December 2016 Ryman Isthmian League Division 1 North Brightlingsea Regent 3 […]
