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 […]
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 […]
Net to net rolls the ball with the feet fast they scroll the kicks find the bar too small too hard to score a goal! . Sweats it out the forward saves it tough the one at back like a fort he must guard not allow a crack! . On the grass no guide or […]
