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 […]
The Assyrian came down like a wolf on the fold And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee (From “The Destruction of Sennacherib” by Lord Byron 1815) Monday 3rd October 2016 […]
Dad on the Line . I’m playing in this big game New kit, great pitch Proper goals with proper nets All of a sudden With rattle and scarf And a flask of tea … there’s Dad Come on, my son! says Dad Square ball! says Dad We are the champions! says Dad Que sera, sera. […]
