Of Ghosts and Men
¶ 1
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Chin raised, narrowed eyes
Fixed upon a nameless prize,
Bottom lip curled,
The boy steps forward
To the warrior tune of Johnny Todd.
¶ 2
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The click of studs
Pierce the hollow emptiness
In a tunnel often walked by braves;
Those greats, so blue
They made the oceans look like mud.
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Now Immortals –
Those genii
Of days gone by
Like Dixie, Royle,
The Golden Ghost
And a host of others
Stepping in the steps
That he now trod.
¶ 4
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Roughshod he was,
From Merseyside;
Fearless, peerless,
A leader of men
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Marching clip-clop
Through the dark
Stark reality of
Battle to come
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Humming songs from home,
No longer alone,
He saw the light
Bright-dazzling
And heard the might
Of forty thousand Scouse
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Chanting, ranting out the tune,
“Roon! Roon! Roon! Roon!”
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