Old Trafford, Manchester , 20th May 2018
Stood on the corner
at a moments attention
looking on as the club i volunteer with
engaged in a mighty test of endurance in the northwest sun
Heat making everyone sweat
as feet hit the tarmac of Manchesters roads
rooting them on, the hardy bunch of volunteers
ready to applaud and guide them toward their rewards
it might not be cash – but that medals more than gold
even taking in its colour – as every year the
roads of Manchester take a pounding
Salford (via Cumbria), 14th March 2018
going uphill on the
rocky sharp surfaces of a cliff
arms stretched out, reaching for the nearest
safe hand hold, clinging on as you ascend to the
pinnacle….enjoy the view when you get there
A winter Olympiad poem, inspired by the Gb team
I watched in awe as off they flew
Down the run of ice clear blue
On a craft to generate speed
Carving through ice quickfast was the need
As excited crowds they passed on by
They cheered them on as athletes did fly
And they did this more than once or twice
Navigating track all covered in ice
Aiming to make the fastest time drop
Running through finish line before they did stop
And repeating the task to achieve bronze thru to gold
To beating the clock in the ice and the cold
Old Trafford, Manchester
3rd December 2017
They’ve been doing this for years
Sat in the arena watching the gladiators
Facing off against one another
Spectators nails chewed to the quick
as the clock ticks down to the 90th minute
cheering every tackle
calling every decision
applauding every header
and jumping for joy if their team wins
As the competition began to place
The audience and judges shivered in their space
As a young guard, who’d never done the job before
Created a draft inside on the competition floor
Now this might not be bad for contestants so bold,
But judges observing were getting a cold
Said head judge to colleagues, as he spoke to all
I think next year, it’s summer not fall
And sending out messages to stewards away from floor
I know it’s an open…but someone please…shut that door 🚪
Two leaves, lost by the trees in Autumn, and used in an arty sense! Photo: BFK
Autumn is a little bit odd for a deciduous tree
you see whilst the evergreens are keeping their leaves
the deciduous trees are getting ready to lose theirs
and slowly their leaves turn from green
to yellow, to red and then brown
and as they do, they drift in the air
before landing on the ground
Sat in the classroom of Melwood
an old team captain is watching the lads
kicking a ball around the field
he’d once said “you never win anything with kids”
but that was before he’d watched them
lift up a number of trophies
and saw one of his number become a millionaire
force of nature
turning tides
moving sails
of mighty mariners
coming from all directions
moving.ears of corn from left to right
making musical sounds in the reeds
heard by animals in the fields
Force harnessed by the sportsman
taking the tide as a challenge
riding the wind with colourful silks
and cutting through water on board with sails
Some place, Some where
It began on a field of green
on a soggy spring day
And as the rain fell
muddy puddles splashed
as damp feet advanced
The grey soon disappeared
as speeds increased and
coaches unleashed new hurdles
Soon young minds engaged
beating Ra to the punch
and clock times were smashed
Leading to a moment
a time in the sun
where medals were gained, by leading from the front
Sunday 6th August 2017
Salford Via Old Trafford Cricket Ground, Manchester
(a tale of a cricket match…by inky)
A summers day
a Pavilion tea
watching the locals
its 100 for 3
The bowler holds the ball
of cork in his hand
Field placement set –
his tactics all planned
And Batsman on Green
waits for ball to be bowled
part of this game
thats ages old
No test match stars here
there up the Manc Road
but crowd is excited
as action explodes
Bowler Takes run up
from village hall clock
Batsman Prepared
solid as a rock
Ball hits the ground,
and it bounces in the air
Batsman clips ball
to the boundary, square
And Wicketkeeper yells
as fielders in a fix
trying to stop the cork ball
scoring a six
But , Alas ball descends
to the boundary , flat
and the sound of the “Third Man”
who shouts out “OWZAT!!!”
