Walking Through Woods To A Game
¶ 1
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whose woods these are I do not know
but to a hilltop ground they go
and as we climb in Summer heat
this well trod path beneath our feet
will lead us high above the town
and carry us both up and down
through air so humid thick and still
as we rise further up the hill
I stop for breath above the stream
as fans pass by from either team
¶ 2
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this ancient wood is steep and green
the most unuusal way I’ve seen
no other route to watch a game
will somehow ever feel the same
my cheeks are red my climbing slow
as Andrew cries “not far to go”
when suddenly the trees are passed
and here’s a level road at last
and through a clearing we have found
this tiny hilltop football ground
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