To be called ..
~ Grandma is a Honor ~
I have been blessed with 4 Grandchildren
~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb " He is God's Angel ~
~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~
For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
Time passed another gift to see
we are " Mickes" and Loved
Our Dad held the title in Baseball
~ that's how we roll ~
those children are Grandmas hero's
The Irish they love big and Family is everything
The brothers will protect the beautiful sister
~ as many lads will be calling ~
Every time my Grandson hits a home run
There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand
It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs
~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
either baseball or Art ~ you shall find your gift given
These children have been blessed~
~ a beauty to hard to describe
If you think not ~~ Take a look at the Mom
That girl can stop Traffic
after raising three and still~
"Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "
May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
So you old bugger
and how many more will there be of
in the top
watching from Holgate you’d just come back
you'd scored for England B
plaster on your brow
autograph book in hand
boys lined up
“One signing only
Charles Buchan Football Monthly haven’t I signed once
for you i’m not here for the good of me health”
did you say“young man” back then?
won first match of the season
Sign this Brian?
“Do I know you? One signing only
Charles Buchan Football Monthly
haven’t I signed once for you i’m not here for the good of me health”
in the heat of the morning
“they call me Mr Clough I call me old Big ‘Ead”
did I ever really walk on water
I do now
Copyright © Michael J Lewis | Year Posted 2014
David Gibson is who we know;
But your friends, colleagues call you "PRO."
I knew you as an humble child,
You are going to be missed for a long, long while.
You were firm & tall,
You played that ball.
Your number "8" that's new beginnings,
Now you are on a team that is always winning.
"GIB" or "PRO," you have game,
Yet now you are resting in Jesus name.
We thank God for your time spent with us here,
And in our hearts you will always be near
"The Lunch Lady"
David Gibson at this time was a senior at FAMU. I am not sure where he received his scholarship but he was going to check out a school in Atlanta, GA when there was an accident and his life was cut short. He is missed so much.
Copyright © Daisy Marie Yant | Year Posted 2015
The ancient Maya had a game
They called Tut to Tut
A game like soccer
but the ball but the ball
would be passed by the thigh
and not the foot.
They played with a latex rubber ball
that some claim contained a human skull
But what ever you think about the game
it was never dull.
Two teams would play before a temple
On a strip of green
the object of the game
to pass the ball through a hoop made of stone
the Winners were victorious
but for the losers
it wasn't so nice
because they'd chop their heads of
and make them a sacrifice.
Glad I wasn't a coach
beats soccer any day.
''Any one for a game of Tut to Tut''?
Don't all shout at once.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2013
He played football with the Detroit Lions in the NFL.
In the seventies, this man became an actor as well.
Less than a week ago, his fans had bad luck.
We lost the man who was nicknamed the Mad Duck.
He played in the NFL on and off for twelve years.
People loved to see him play, that much is clear.
He began starring in Webster in 1983.
Playing football and acting was his destiny.
(Dedicated to Alex Karras who died October 10, 2012.)
Copyright © randy johnson | Year Posted 2012
by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015
I heard Jackie, crying, and when I turned around
I saw the body of Roger Byrne, lay across him on the ground
Jackies arm was bleeding bad, so a tourniquet I tied
and hoped that that would be OK, till more help could arrive
A man had suddenly appeared, a syringe was in his hand
I told him there were more inside, and hoped he’d understand
then suddenly explosions, from the back half of the plane
knocked the doctor off his feet, but he got up again
I turned around and saw them, it was so hard to believe
Bobby and Denis standing there, I was so relieved
I had thought they were both dead, when I pulled them from the plane
now they were both staring, just watching the spreading flame
More rescuers had now arrived, to take over control
I sank to my knees and wept, and deep down in my soul
there in the snow and mud and slush, amidst the awful pain
thanked God that some of us survived, to live our lives again”
The Team returned to Manchester, shattered and torn asunder
8 of them were left behind, and fans could only wonder
7 dead, and Duncan Edwards, still fighting for his life
Would United rise again, and battle through this strife
They finished out the League that year, ninth was where they’d sit
they played Bolton in the FA cup, but their heart was not in it
the team was drained, and they were tired of being labelled “Heroes”
Their friends were dead, and they felt guilty, collecting all these cudoes
21 of 44, would die that fateful day,
but it was a miracle, that any walked away
Captain Rayment and Captain Thain, had done what they felt was right
but this story would not be written, if they’d agreed to stay the night
Duncan Edwards fought so hard, it was thought that he might live
but with his body broke and torn, he had no more to give,
after 15 days later, he passed away, and Manchester grieved again
he’d joked with Jimmy Murphy, he’d be fit for their next game.
One more would die from injuries, he had received that day
three weeks later, Kenneth Rayment, the co-pilot past away
a decorated flying ace, he had won the DFC,
though doctors fought to save him, it was not to be
There’s not much more that can be said, about that fateful day
we wish that we could just go back, and to the people say
you should stay here for just one more night, a fresh start in the morning
and we would not be crying now, and we would not be mourning
Copyright © Bob Moore | Year Posted 2016
by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015
the wing tore off when it hit the house, the tail was hanging free
the fuselage hit a wooden hut, and the cockpit hit a tree,
the house caught fire, and people ran, but Murphy’s Law the rule
inside the hut the plane had hit, a truck full of tyres and fuel
the truck exploded, in a sheet of flame, and added more confusion
Thain saw the flames around the plane, and he had no illusion
he was sure it would explode, and told his crew to run
then saw flames below the wing and knew what needed to be done
the co-pilot, trapped in his seat, said to leave him there
Thain said he would come back for him, when he had time to spare
then grabbed 2 hand held extinguishers to help him fight the fire
he knew the wing was full of fuel, the outcome would be dire
That day saw many heroes, who were ordinary men
Harry Gregg the Goalie was just one of them
The Captain had decided to make the run again
but many were poor flyers, and were talked aboard the plane
As we started down the runway, I began to feel real scared
and I realised how quiet it was the lads just sat and stared
as I looked out the window, a house and tree went by
then everything just went real black, and sparks began to fly
The plane went on its side, sort of upside down
There was only silence, and blackness all around
then for a second daylight, I thought that I was dead
and I just sat there quietly, strange thoughts in my head
I thought “I’ve had a great life, and a lovely family too
if this should be the end of it they’ll know just what to do
It was then I realised, that I was still alive
I unclipped my seat belt, and kicked my way outside
The first I saw was Captain Thain, extinguisher in hand
five others running toward us, to help us if they can
“it’s going to blow, you’d better run”, he yelled with all his might
and so we turned to run away, towards the airport light
As I turned I heard a sound, a child was crying near
I yelled, there’s a kid alive inside, but they didn’t hear
I went back into the plane, I was terrified
afraid of just what I might find, in the smashed and wrecked inside
I found the little baby, and started to carry her out
the radio man was running by, so I gave him a shout
take the baby off to safety, and I’ll go back inside
to try and find her mother, if she is still alive
she was in a bad condition, but I did what I could do
I kicked a hole in the fuselage, and then I pushed her through
then I found Albert Scanlon, but he seemed badly hurt,
trapped by his feet, he would not move, though I tugged on his shirt
Peter Howard of the Daily Mail, was in the other seat
I’ll stay and keep him company, I’m sure that we’ll be sweet
some rescuers will be here soon, just you wait and see
and I know, it won’t be long before they set us free
I then found Dennis Violet and Bobby Charlton too,
lying very still, I wasn’t sure what I should do
I really thought that they were dead, and dragged their bodies out
I was looking for Jackie Blanchflower, and his name I began to shout
as I searched for Jackie, I saw the tail end of the plane
I watched in disbelief it was ablaze with sheets of flame
the thoughts were of the lads who moved there, just before the run
Frank Swift and Duncan Edwards, Dudleys favourite son,
they thought it would be safer, just a feeling in their bones
and with them Tommy Taylor, Eddie Coleman and Mark Jones
it was then I saw Matt Busby, he held his chest in pain
“my legs, my legs” he cried out, and could not move again
Continued: in part three
Copyright © Bob Moore | Year Posted 2016