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Davy D · November 16, 2017 · Poetry · Dreams, England, Football, Poetry, Senryu, Theatre of Dreams, Three Lions · 25 Comments
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25 Comments
Long summer school holidays, cut grass, jumpers for goal posts. I can here mum shouting ‘make sure you drink plenty Nigel !
Thank you Davy
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It was great Nigel when the game kicked off just after breakfast and full time was when it got dark. Score draws of 150 – 150 were not uncommon.
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The magic of childhood, 3 and in was our bag, score 3 and you had to be goalie.
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We were a little less precise Nigel. You had to be fat to make it between the sticks.
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That is a beautiful dream. Feels like goosebumps nostalgia.
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Thank you yassy. Dreams of a young boy wanting to play football for his country. Even at 55 I still think I can make it lol π
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The only game I like to play is football. It’s fun and fast paced. lol I have even written poetry about it.
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I would like to read it yassy. I love a good football poem.
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It’s titled footy ! Old poem
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I will have a look yassy.
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Ok
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A wonderful dream, Davy!
Never stop dreaming! π
HUGS!!! π
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Thank you Carolyn. Dreams are what keeps us going π
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Sprained ankles and broken greenhouse windows… shattered dreams!
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We weren’t posh enough to have Greenhouses Dr. Dan but had plenty of the sprained ankles π
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Ah, yes, those games of youth vividly brought to mind, Davy. My own dreams were always of prowess at cricket – bowling across the street at the wicket chalked against the wall of the Masonic Hall. never came to anything of course.
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Other than great poetry Roland. I can see you making a century before lunch.
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Dreams that bring back our youth keep us young.
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Thank you Eugenia. Hope you are having a good weekend.
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Great visual with touching poem of childhood & its dreams…
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Thank you Gilda. I am glad you enjoyed it.
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Very welcome!π
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My nanaβs backyard was where we built castles and and fought pirates ., and dressed up as princesses . Great memories.
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Backyards were theatres wherever we lived Fiona. It is great to have and share such wonderful memories. Maybe a poem? π
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