Stanlake Meadows

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I can’t remember if around this pitch
kite feathers drift across the scrubland,
but two men with an Alsatian
walk the perimeter, searching.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 It isn’t safe for children, this public facility,
with ‘Danger of Death’ behind one goal
and a fence entangled in the other.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 I can’t remember when potholes became sinkholes,
when mud and clay subsided with the tyres
navigating rocks in the lane by the skate park
and men with an Alsatian, searching.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 We gravitate to grass, leave
this pylon-shadowed siding
to return in twilight.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Boys light fireworks.
A pristine ground is under lock and key beside us.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/stanlake-meadows/