Sonnet for a Friend

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 He stood there with us Monday last as we let our players know
Performances like that will make us look a holy show
24 hours after that, he was summoned way up high
We stood, St Annes End, Friday night, Stunned, just asking why?
Those halcyon Sunday evenings, spent drinking in the Lobby
Standing top left of the Shed, twas all our favourite hobby.
Unlike myself, was never short of mordant roar or bark
Had a keen eye for a player except for maybe Rockmount Park
He was a great man for the sleeping, pub toilets his forte,
His text messages, exceptional, his stories never grey
The last one that he told us, sounded extremely sore
But his ballhopping ability was always to the fore
We sat there in the Evergreen, one short from season past
A pint of Murphys sits alone, flags sitting at half mast



In Memory of John Crowley 1963-2007

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