Of Ghosts and Men

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Chin raised, narrowed eyes
Fixed upon a nameless prize,
Bottom lip curled,
The boy steps forward
To the warrior tune of Johnny Todd.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 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.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 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 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Roughshod he was,
From Merseyside;
Fearless, peerless,
A leader of men

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Marching clip-clop
Through the dark
Stark reality of
Battle to come

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Humming songs from home,
No longer alone,
He saw the light
And heard the might
Of forty thousand Scouse

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Chanting, ranting out the tune,
“Roon! Roon! Roon! Roon!”


The emotion, the dreams, the stepping forth of a warrior who from that moment will make his mark on the game we love so much.
Once hailed… now gone, but never forgotten.
This work is co-written by John (a blue) and Ron (an impartial lover of our great game).

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/of-ghosts-and-men/