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My Dad…Footy In The Park

Mike Bartram

Thursday, April 10th, 2025

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I was told this today, of which I wasn’t aware.
Liverpool’s Croxteth Park, my Dad went there!
With his Niece Janet, my Dad went to play.
To think, I was in Croxteth Park the other day!
They played football together, chasing the ball.
My Dad made Janet aware, football was for all!
As that wasn’t always the case, way back then.
And Janet still loves footy thanks to ‘Uncle Len’
I can imagine Dad and Janet playing their game.
And in the background the fantastic mini train!
I rode on that mini train track a few days ago.
I wonder if Dad saw me from Heaven, I hope so!
I never got to play footy with him, yes that’s sad.
But that doesn’t mean, I don’t love Len my Dad.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 (I never knew my Dad, but after posting a poem on Facebook about my trip to Croxteth Park in Liverpool a distant relative messaged me to say that my Dad (her Uncle Len) took her to the very same park, this would be the mid 60’s I guess)

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/my-dad-footy-in-the-park/

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