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Tom

Peter Branson

Monday, February 24th, 2014

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Back here, folk stick together, police themselves;
not ‘Coronation Street’, but, now and then,
something more serious, a winter’s tale,
glue holds. They all know you, shop floor, old blokes
in pubs, women with prams, kids kicking stones.
A people’s man, your working job to do,
you wheel your cart to training, how you are
and what you know. The perfect gentle knight,
what will you make of George who plumbs the depths?
Big millions pie in Sky, your star still shines,
that magic photograph your one big splash.
Where factory hooter’s blast is louder than
church bells, a hero’s dowse, life rationed out,
long hours for little pay, makes pipe-dreams count.

Notes

Tom Finney, footballer & plumber, 5th April 1922 – 14th February 2014

Editor Note :
Welcome to Football Poets Peter. Wonderful imagery and a pleasure to have you with us. More please! Click here to view more of Peter’s work : Peter Branson

So many other wonderful memories of Tom alongside some great nostalgic and current poems this month already, but we’ve chosen this as our Football Poets on Facebook Poem of the Month.

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