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The Rowley Name

Robbie Kennedy Bennett

Friday, June 8th, 2007

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 In my line is the Rowley name,
Goal scoring records and football fame.
War torn interrupted professional careers,
Once more I reflect on bygone years.
My Grandad was a Rowley too,
Been paid to play if he wanted to.
But Nan she always knew the score,
Keep the bad wolf from our door.
So cousin George chose not to play the game,
Jack and Arthur progressed to football fame.
When he was about the age of sixty-seven,
I would probably be around eleven.
We were kicking a ball on a Somerset beach,
My modern skills I tried to teach.
But he had such a delicate touch,
That impressed I can’t describe how much.
I forgot my Grandad was a Rowley too,
Been paid to play if he wanted to.
I noticed how soon he selected his pass,
On a Somerset beach not on a field of grass.
One day when I was just sixteen,
I played right back in a proYouth Team.
He came to Stafford to see me play,
I remember it well, except the score that day.
Come the time about twenty-two,
I knew it all like young men do.
He was watching me play there on the line,
I think that day I was number nine.
I can’t recall another game,
After that match that he came.
I’ve never forgot he was a Rowley too,
Been paid to play if he wanted to.
Although time fades and less they preach,
I saw it all on a Somerset beach.
Goal scoring records and football fame.
The highly reputable Rowley name.

Notes

In memory of my grandad George Rowley.
A true gentleman.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-rowley-name/