Fields of Fire

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Blistering runs that no crowd witnessed
The swerve and verve unseen because
The goals from boots of blood and thunder
Are now the dreams that time forgot
The mazy pace that counts for nothing
Glory’s tackles hard but clean
Now yesterday’s papers wrap up promise
Left upon the playingfields.


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