Shepherd Meadow Sonnet
SHEPHERD MEADOW SONNET
OR: Dogs, balls, games, and the meaning of life
In Shepherd Meadows dogs are running free
From river bank they plunge into the stream
With leap and bound unleashed across the lea
To chase and catch a ball, in sport supreme
Beyond the trees the willow clap on leather
Tells us of other games no less inspired
With teams united in a shared endeavour
Their purpose strong, imaginations fired
The game's the thing that gives the spirit wings
But is it just diversion, of no moment
Frivolity in greater scheme of things
A minor part, a trivial component?
Or as Shankly said: 'no weight of life and death'
Much more important; reason to take breath
15 October 2020
Copyright © Geoffrey Brewer | Year Posted 2020
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