David Dangerfield’s Dad’s Boots

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 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 dubbinned,
Though still smeared with sixty-year old mud.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 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.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 There will be no scrapyard for you,
You will tell your old time tales
In studded mute testimony,
Memories dribbling their Forest Green path
Through the logs, sparks and flames –
Climbing up the chimney
To greet the stars,
And be over the moon.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/david-dangerfields-dads-boots/?shared=email&msg=fail