Rose Reilly
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Stryker, stryker burning bright
Upon the pitch beneath floodlight
What immortal football boot
Dare frame thy fearful aim to shoot
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In what jinking runs aspired
And scorched the wings from side to side
Would tremble those with boots of clay
And turned to dust amidst decay
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When the Sky dropped down to sea
The grace and beauty that is she
What the soul of youth that fired
The blazing heart transfixed desire
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What the draw the win the loss
What the match of human cost
That twist the sinews of each heart
The alchemy of football art
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And when the game is all but done
The players walk off one by one
What then the child within the soul
That dreams to score the winning goal
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Stryker, stryker burning bright
Upon the pitch beneath floodlight
What immortal football boot
Dare frame thy fearful aim to shoot
Sharon,
thanks for sharing!
A story I’d never heard before
so glad to see Rose added
to glorious football lore!