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Poems tagged ‘Boots’

Christmas Eve (Revisited)

You called on Christmas Eve afternoon,
Carrying an unwrapped parcel,
A gift brought from memory lane:
David Dangerfield’s dad’s football boots,
Slightly battered but proud and dubbined,
Though still smeared with 60 year old mud.

Brown, big toe caps, heavy size 8s,
Placed on the Christmas hearth to warm,
Like two twin ships in dry dock,
Recollecting their voyages
Once ploughed through the fields
Of Gloucestershire and Wiltshire.

There will be no scrapyard for you,
You will tell your old time tales
In studded mute testimony,
Memories dribbling their path
Through the logs, sparks and flames,
Climbing up the chimney
To greet the stars,
And be over the moon.

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Glory be!

Glory be the days
When we were young
And fun
Was on the menu

Glory be the days
When boots were grabbed
And anywhere at all
Was the venue

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