The Pitch

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The pitch lies empty
The nets gently sway
The corner flags flutter
The grass soaks up the rain.
The lines on the pitch are stenciled
By groundsmen who have perfected the art
The stadium has an echo
Concession stands are cold in the dark.
The dugouts sit quietly
No instructions to hear
The stadium waits for Saturday
For the teams to appear.


Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/the-pitch-3/