Morrison’s – Fellows Park
¶ 1
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Your Familiar warmth
the warmth of winter,
Faded golden hopes of summer.
Your floodlights like those dreams grew dimmer
unlike my love of our time together.
¶ 2
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Alsop, Buckley, Hancocks, Clarke;
Clough made his debut at Fellows Park.
Taylor, Richards, and most capped Kearns,
it was mostly failure but my heart still yearns.
¶ 3
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Now i’ve no axe to grind with the modern ground
it’s felt more like a home since Sir Ray rolled into town.
While your picture on my hearth wall reminds me every day
that i’ll always be a Saddler, though I live in Whitley Bay.
¶ 4
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But while learning this contentment with your memories in a book
a favourite dream recurs, and it’s always the FA cup.
Chapman’s mighty Gunners
crushed at muddy Fellows Park
with Alsop chaired above the throng,
on Morrison’s car park.
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