Spurs
White Hart Lane
a weekend with my dad.
There was me
all dungarees and pigtails
standing on the terrace
soaked with rain.
As I shivered
he wrapped me in his coat
held me close.
Beautiful
that was.
Spurs
White Hart Lane
a weekend with my dad.
There was me
all dungarees and pigtails
standing on the terrace
soaked with rain.
As I shivered
he wrapped me in his coat
held me close.
Beautiful
that was.
Comments
tcook | September 4, 2008 - 16:20
Not as beautiful as watching those wonderful Spurs!
Silver Spun Sand | September 4, 2008 - 17:55
Nice one Tony:-) Actually, although I was born and brought up in Tottenham, and my dad was surely a Spurs supporter, I always supported Arsenal!!
That's kids for ya!
Thanks for reading.
Dan Ryder | September 5, 2008 - 07:08
Another quality read, I'm not always able to read poetry as i can find myself getting lost in it but yours always read with clarity and portray great imagery. Looking forward to the next! Dan
Silver Spun Sand | September 5, 2008 - 07:39
Thanks so much Dan. It's nice to know my poetry hits the spot - for you at least. Your thoughts much appreciated.
Tina