Childhood

CHILDHOOD

Howards field with the name
Where no one knew its birth
But we still called it that

We camped on it
Played football, rugby, golf
It became a source of hope
Howards field fed our dreams
We became Cantona, Shearer, Lomu, Faldo
Our legs developed strength and agility

We would create scenarios, run till
Darkness. Fill our nails with mud
Colour our collars with sweat
Split trainers, and rip holes in
Cottoned joggies

And for what?
To appear at Wembley, Old Trafford

These were dreams that are now
Laughs in a pub on a weekday night

But life was better then because the
Future was….