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Saturday League Football on Durdham Downs

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 We crunch through toasty autumn leaves.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 My Mum and me.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 I hold her hand, and we stamp our feet.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 She laughs, pulls off my woolly gloves then rubs

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 my frozen ice-lolly cold fingers.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 ‘Here comes your Dad,’ she says.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 And, with a clatter of studs across tarmac’d path

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 he’s on the grass;

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 runs a few steps backwards, waves

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 And I’m amazed he doesn’t fall over,

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 especially when Taff slaps him on the back.

12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 ‘C’mon Chas.’

13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 Then he’s gone – running down the pitch,

14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 leaving Mum and me to stand on the touchline.

15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 The wind whips my legs red raw in their

16 Leave a comment on verse 16 0 long regulation grey socks.

17 Leave a comment on verse 17 0 And when I look up into Mum’s smile,

18 Leave a comment on verse 18 0 warm as Heinz tomato soup on a tray

19 Leave a comment on verse 19 0 with crusty bread roll,

20 Leave a comment on verse 20 0 I could forgive her anything.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/saturday-league-football-on-durdham-downs/