fields of summer's all
by john clare stokes
in the fallow fields of fall
there lies a long lost ball
kicked over the goal of old
when the uprights were two
and the boys I am told
were measured by feat
but tonight around the
trampled tiger head
we name the fallow field
after the one
who lost the ball
took to alcohol
sat beside the Madden
Super ones
and to Jesus late
did come
So future bums
who make it big
can gather round
the purple tiger
and aspire
to have a fallow field
named for them.
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