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Euro 2008 Day Three i

Peter Goulding

Tuesday, June 10th, 2008

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 France 0 Romania 0

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 An evening to die for, spread out ‘gainst the sky,
Like a cat in the garden, stretched out in the heat.
The birds seemed to find it an effort to fly.
The scent of the lavender, pow’rful and sweet.
A ponderous bee, thick and fat, floats along
Humming the beat of a summertime song.
The birdbath is empty, the grass pale and dry,
A solit’ry cloud wanders idly by.
An evening to die for, like summers of old,
When sand was delightedly poured out from shoes,
And life was a leisurely, idyllic cruise
Of fishing and swimming and larking about.
An evening of wonder, an evening of bliss
And I’m stuck inside, watching rubbish like this.

© Peter Goulding 10th June 2008

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/euro-2008-day-three-i/