1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Matthews blows through Heaven’s Door
Slight as summer shadows
Impossibly lean
The graceful strokes of genius
Reflecting the light of memories
With a shimmy of hips
And new miracles
He turns into the wind arrow smooth
And pierces black and white pitches
Paints colours vibrant earthbound
The Immortal Footballer
Never still not for a moment
Leaves God breathless
Boots on fire…

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/stanley-matthews-2/