Almanac Poetry: Empty Football Oval on a Saturday Afternoon

 

Empty oval

Empty stands

Empty of players

Empty of fans.

No sounds of cheering

No players call

No crunching of bodies

No thump of the ball.

Empty of passion

No contest

Nobody lesser,

nobody best.

Just white lines

on the green grass drawn

Not now an arena,

just painted lawn.

But within the lines

A history it holds

A century of stories

And more to be told.

Days in the sunshine

Days in the mud

Players ascendant,

The spilling of blood.

Great days of victory,

Courage and dare,

Joyous in triumph,

Heart-rending despair.

Empty now

But full of these stories

Empty of people

But full of their glories.

 

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