Were you there?

The pitch upon the village green Still sparkles with its morning dew Except, that is, for one mysterious patch. We fasten Timmy’s dog lead to a bench. . Descending from a battered van The opposing team are not what we expect Older and scowling, oddly kitted out Their goalie has an eye patch and a […]

Soccer . When I hear the whistle It’s like a cannon Giving the signal for the game to start A war between warriors With a victory on their mind With the aim of bypassing the keeper, Getting the ball inside the goal The ball touching the net Setting off the crowd Hearing the screams From […]