Summer was the only time we could go onto the school field.
Muddy children ran wild, as if they’d run away from the Sun,
Glorious and hot, they dared to look right into it for fun.
Play Leaders couldn’t control carefree infants
Rolling in the small sand pit like funny elephants.
But I wanted to play football.
Rounding up the stragglers of the shade,
Convincing them we would, one day, be the best
Footballers of Stambridge, there was no time to rest,
As autumn was fast-approaching…
Setting up the pitch, aligning coloured cones,
Together we had a team of four:
A goalie, defender, the one in the middle, and me.
We charged and kicked our hearts out!
But couldn’t control our very own feet.
We fell one by one, sun-stained in the heat.