Boot
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Ball is indiscriminate about whose foot strikes its plastic.
Bits of dinosaur hand-stitched and sewn into a sphere.
Yet it spins atop the biggest ball that turns beneath.
Axis-tilted, centrifugally holding together the greatest team of all.
Life.
Playing in the toughest sport of all.
Living.
Compete in nature’s league play-offs.
The prize?
First, revolve through endless rolls, and roles, round and around you go,
Scoring to only lose or draw.
Who shot out this ball into the starfield with space as stadium?
The God foot. A planet kicker. World header.
We bounce far out into the cosmos,
Orbiting inside the Milky Way tournament.
Galaxy of games,
Forever playing,
Across the endless pitch of starlight.
Mountains for hands,
Valleys for fingers,
Now lift the Universe Cup.
Skytide of clouds vapourise,
The ultimate trophy prize emerges;
The great grandmothership held aloft for Champions.
Great poem Jase.
You are a man of my own heart …
And great to hear that you your students poems from our site.
Keep on and more please
if ever some of your students write anything suitable for here and most importantly they give you permission to publish them, you can always do so under your name referencing their names and the school..and year.
Best Crispin
Thank you, Crispin. I will defo encorage my bunch to contribute and will of course clear it with staff room.
Many thanks
Jase