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There Was A Child Went Forth…

Walt Whitman

Monday, April 14th, 2003

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 THERE was a child went forth every day;
And the first object he look’d upon, that object he became;
And that object became part of him for the day,
or a certain part of the day, or for many years,
or stretching cycles of years.
The terrace chants became part of this child,
And grass, and white and red morning-glories, and white and red football boots, and the song of the fans
And the Third-month score draws, and the 3 points lost, and the badge the club, and the end of season ennui,
And the noisy brood of the players arguing, or the scarves and shirts and numbers worn then discarded,
And the agents suspending themselves so curiously below there—and the beautiful curious liquid assets of football,
And the game, this beautiful game—all became part of him.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/there-was-a-child-went-forth/