Final Ties
¶ 1
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Our final appearances
Lined up against the Pennines
Like distant chimney stacks
Preston nineteen sixty-four, Burnley sixty-two
Blackburn nineteen –sixty, Bolton fifty-eight.
¶ 2
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Memories, like stray balloons
Drifting goalwards,
And that massed community,
Stilled,
Singing “Abide with me”.
These I replay
And wonder if those faded scenes have finally had their day.
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