OUR JOE..
poem by:
Frank Hornby .
Written
on Mar 22, 2017
"With his football boots on, he crosses the white line,
a lethal goal scorer, this young grandson of mine.
At only nine years old, football is deep in his soul,
celebrating with his teammates, as he scores another wonder goal.
Give him a sniff of a chance, he will put the ball away,
always twisting, and turning, our Joe can't half play.
With his boundless energy, he will forever run, and run,
defenders are left helpless, as he score goals just for fun.
Joe Milne, what a striker! He just lights up the game,
our Joe is one for the future, just remember the name!"
Joe is now seventeen........how time flies...
Tags: happy, love, rhyme,
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Christopher Russon commented:
The next top player Frank.Lovely poem.
ann parks
commented:
I love how your poems are about what it's like being english.......this is lovely - thanks!!
Frank Hornby .
commented:
Chris, Ann,.....I thank you both....
