Of Ghosts and Men

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Chin raised, narrowed eyes
that fix upon a nameless prize,
Bottom lip curled,
The boy steps forward
To that warrior tune
That Johnny Todd.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The click of studs
Pierce the hollow emptiness of
this tunnel often walked by braves;
Those greats, so blue
They made the oceans look like mud.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Now Immortals –
those genii
of days gone by
Like Dixie, Royle,
the Golden Ghost…
a host of others-
tracing the steps
he treads.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Roughshod he is,
From Merseyside;
Fearless, peerless,
A leader of men
Marching clip-clop
Through the dark
Stark reality of
Battle to come

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Hums a song from home,
no longer alone,
He sees the light
then hears the might
of forty thousand scousers
merge as one

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 The chant, a rant
a booming tune,
“Everton! Everton!”



No prizes for guessing who I support

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/of-ghosts-and-men-2/