Of Ghosts and Men
¶ 1
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Chin raised, narrowed eyes
that fix upon a nameless prize,
Bottom lip curled,
The boy steps forward
To that warrior tune
That Johnny Todd.
¶ 2
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The click of studs
Pierce the hollow emptiness of
this tunnel often walked by braves;
Those greats, so blue
They made the oceans look like mud.
¶ 3
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Now Immortals –
those genii
of days gone by
Like Dixie, Royle,
the Golden Ghost…
a host of others-
tracing the steps
he treads.
¶ 4
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Roughshod he is,
From Merseyside;
Fearless, peerless,
A leader of men
Marching clip-clop
Through the dark
Stark reality of
Battle to come
¶ 5
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Hums a song from home,
no longer alone,
He sees the light
Bright-dazzling
then hears the might
of forty thousand scousers
merge as one
¶ 6
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The chant, a rant
a booming tune,
“Everton! Everton!”
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