Paddock

My very first time

I remember it well

The sights, the sounds

The taste, the smell

The roar of the paddock

The clacker of seats

The old wooden stairs

Which wobbled and creaked

And the gateway which opened

An amphitheatre in green

My heroes in white

A young schoolboys dream

The whistle that screeched

Cross field passes lauded

Those crunching tackles

Tap-ins applauded

Old songs, new chants

Littered with swearing

The unbridled joy

Each of us shared in

That crowd which roared

In appreciation of each goal

Dodgy decisions discussed

On the short journey home

Memories we gain

Which deserve to be re-told

Memories which remain

No matter how old

◄ My Fungal Nail Infection

Sonnet M ►

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