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The Sound of Music….

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Evokes national anthems
From those far away places abroad,
Cymbals, bugles and the crashing of drums
This youngster hadn’t witnessed before.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Spread-eagled on a threadbare sofa
A rented telly for The World Cup games
As a polite BBC voice informed us,“Now it’s over
To David Coleman”, word perfect in every foreigner’s name.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Brazil, Argentina, Uruguay
Portugal, Spain, North Korea
Yugoslavia, Mexico, France and the like
Had these wonderfully stirring anthems we’d hear.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Passionate South American canticles
Sending my young mind on a run
Of Zorro, Castro and Che Guevara,
With thoughts of joining “The Magnificent Seven”.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 I’d dream of Viva Revolution, Viva Republic
Pancho Villa, hombres, lawlessness, guns
Bravely thinking: “Manana Mama” whilst looking cherubic
On my being told” Get them feet down off that sofa at once!”

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Yeah there’s something about a national anthem,
Eleven proud loyalists loudly giving it their all,
Sends my mind off in a tangent of musical abandonment
Although me eyes are firmly fixed on “The Football”.

The above poem was inspired by my listening to Classic FM, radio the other morning. When all of a sudden this booming classical piece came out, that reminded me of one of those poignantly stirring and evocative World Cup national anthems, that used to set my young mind racing off to these exotic sounding places, as a kid. Usually somewhere in South America.

When I first started to watch The World Cup on a rented telly in black and white. I always thought that those anthems were wonderful and the continentals (remember that word?) sang them with so much more passion than our players ever did.

Peace.

Carefree…….

Kev.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-sound-of-music/