The Football Ground!

The football ground was now empty

after the exciting game.

The packed seated stands now quiet

one person on the pitch.

Thousands had cheered the clubs win

making a wonderful din!


The groundsman stood on the centre line

viewing the main stand.

When he heard a loud clear voice call out

but couldn’t understand.

Moving closer as nobody should be there

a bang gave him a scare.


Only half of the flood lights were turned on

creating eerie shadows.

Yet bravely he walked over to the seats

focusing on the eighth row.

And to him it looked just like a seated fan

could not make out if a man.


Maybe somebody had decided not to leave

so waved and called back.

No reply but the figure seemed to wave to

against better judgement.

Made his way up the concrete steps to the tier

but it was completely clear!


Alone he stood on that terrace what had he seen?


How he wished he was somewhere else!


The Foureyed Poet.



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