Monthly Archives: February 2018

Butterflies And Football – Anita Atina

On a sunny day, that warmed the winter breeze Running with laughter and children, With butterflies flitting o’er bobbing heads, Coyly swaying grass, Smiling up to clear blue skies! Little sparrows twitter startled, From their gentle snooze in the shadows. … Continue reading

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Football Is Round – Louisa Dai

A shooting ball is swooshing; People in globe are watching. On a sudden Hails of cheers, vales of tears. At losers’ silence, winners’re proud Football is round. In the humming of vuvuzel Behind yellow and red card All pass in … Continue reading

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Football – Fred Babbin

With Apologies to Oliver Twist and everybody else. Football, glorious football. Don’t care what it looks like -. Burned! Underdone! Crude! Don’t care what those crooks like. Just thinking of growing fat.- Our senses go reeling. One moment of knowing … Continue reading

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Football – Louis Jenkins

I take the snap from the center, fake to the right, fade back… I’ve got protection. I’ve got a receiver open downfield… What the hell is this? This isn’t a football, it’s a shoe, a man’s brown leather oxford. A … Continue reading

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A Good Boy – Poem

  I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day, I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck to play. And now at last the sun is going down behind the wood, And I am very … Continue reading

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Poem – The Swing

  How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do! Up in the air and over the wall, Till I … Continue reading

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Poem – Love, What Is Love

LOVE – what is love? A great and aching heart; Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair. Life – what is life? Upon a moorland bare To see love coming and see love depart.

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