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En Route

Carol Stewart

Sunday, July 11th, 2021

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It’s a sign, they say, the lights turning red as we approach
the cross of Saint George attached to a nearby balcony,
Sweet Caroline on the radio, and those eagerly expectant
moved-down-south jocks bantering and trilling

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Okay let’s compromise,
if it’s a boy we’ll call him Mac-Guire.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Across the road

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Get the beers in mate, it’s coming home!

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Pizzas arranged to spell it out in meat feast and pepperoni,
Asda’s in-store display and that of the Italian –

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Cheers, Roberto, touché, and just you wait…

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 But it’s a sign, he says,
that flag being caught by the wind, flapping round.
And we watch it waving white as the lights change.

Notes

It’s a bit rough but I wanted to write something ahead of tonight’s big game. Good luck to all. Will be memorable whatever happens.

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/en-route/