no one understands
the end of winter
quite like
a well scuffed ball
I'll be back home when dinner is on the table & football's on the tele.
I have made a few edits since posting - once a longer poem, I have slowly been editing out lines til now. I think this was the poem it was always meant to be. sorry for the confusion.
Written for free-verse poetry maven 's revolutionary poetry initiative The 100 Day Poetry Challenge [Advanced Group] undertaken for Steemit School where
will be hosting a daily poetry show at 5 PM GMT.
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