Graeme’s hero is Steven Gerrard,
That Liverpool and LA football player,
And has Cerebral Palsy. It was hard,
‘Cos doctors said he’d never blether.
He was prematurely delivered 1979,
But can now lift 3x his body weight.
For his 8th birthday his parents fine,
Bought him a horse, sports to date.
He studied at Beaumont College,
In Lancaster, where he got involved,
In CP sports competitions to wage,
His abilities and strength devolved.
Joining Chorley town Athletic Club,
He became determined to make it,
And in May 2012 Graeme did tub,
Taking silver, to sprint the Worlds fit.
Then in the London Games, Paras,
He won another silver to objectify,
His raw talent in the T36 100 metres,
In which he does his dreams solidify.
Categories:
chorley, body, health, motivation, race,
Form: Quatrain
Past umphle and some scatter beans
Past tickly cough we pass.
A grumble through the chorley wood
To breed a better rash.
Past arsewiffe with a whopper club
Past bramble burt and bibby.
A farple for old fortitude
To sing the Doo-Wah-Diddy!
Crave not for little Jeremy
A blister on his soresight.
Go butter up the khaki tin
And wave for Queen and kite.
Re-muse the giddy pumpkin.
A smile turned upside down,
For better bread and smutter
We chortle like a clown.
Categories:
chorley, nonsense,
Form: Rhyme
Deep down in Duxbury woods.
How the River Yarrow flows.
Under a canopy of yellow and gold.
See the tall redwoods.
Reaching to the heavens.
Searching for the bright sunlight.
A great clay hill.
A struggle to climb.
A joy to behold.
Fallen trees litter the woodland floor.
Like a great pirate ship one lies.
And will for ever more.
Birds twitter high up in the branches.
Frogs splash in the cool water.
Dogs out for a walk bark in delight.
Ive walked through these woods many times.
In light and darkness.
They are familiar to me.
Categories:
chorley, nature
Form: Free verse