Serena Malcolm

The green,
The black,
The white,
The stripes,
The thrill of the fight,
The delight of the graft,
Two halves,
And a whole lot of heart,
And the laughs,
(And the cries),
And the cheers,
(And the sighs),
The battle calls from the sides,
The banks burst as passion flies
through the field,
We never yield,
Camaraderie and pride,
Revelry like a tide,
Never ebbing, never hushed,
Enthused and infused with
a rush of hunger that is king,
CHAMPIONS
– lose or win –
Undampened spirits
and a bond akin to kin;
Whether you or whether him,
Whether mine or
whether theirs,
The pride is shared,
No favour dared,
They are
OURS
as we watch them flower;
Flyers into soarers,
Scorers
on the turf
and in the air.

This poem was written for NaPoWriMo. Today’s prompt was to be inspired by the things you can see out of your window. As my current view is rather uninspiring, I chose to write about my son’s football match instead. So today’s offering is dedicated to all of my fellow football parents!