Amy Smith-Galer Poet Rhyme

Forever Blowing Bubbles

Forever blowing bubbles

my step it softens firmly
Firmly to the ground
'please mind the gap'
a tannoy over head 
it sounds

people talking on the phone
children I hear screeching
trains thundering past
a religious preacher preaching

security watching passengers
ticket barriers beeping
the background sound
of  the underground
a cleaner casually sweeping

exiting the crowded station
to the sound of beautiful music
a guitar, a blanket and a dog
a voice so therapeutic 

my eyes are met with a sea of colour
the rich colour of claret and blue
supporters chanting 'IRONS
our passion so dedicated and true

we walk the long concrete path
that leads us to our home

the home of our club
the home of passion
our beautiful perfect dome

the smell of food stalls fills the air
excitement and nerves 
as we venture near

entering the stadium
looking for our stand
seat numbers and tickets
still held in our hand

charged and nervous
and soaking in the atmosphere
butterflies whirling in your belly
settle that with a pint of beer 

I'm forever blowing bubbles
ringing through the speakers
the fans roar loudly
we sing proudly
we're no glory seekers

our blood runs claret 
our veins run blue
Westham United
through and through..

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