FIELDS OF DREAMS AND HORRORS

        MIST RISES FROM THE HILLSIDE TREES
           LIKE AMERICAN RED INDIAN FIRES, SET FOR WARMTH
           AS THE RAIN DANCES A FANDANGO ON THE PAVEMENT
           CAUSING TRIBUTERIES OF AN UNKNOWN RIVER
           TO FORM IN THE UGLY STREET GUTTERS

           RUGBY POSTS STAND LIKE CENTRIES UPRIGHT
           BOLD AND VISIBLE ABOVE THE 1890'S CAST IRON GATES
           ONCE MOLTEN AND POURED BY HAND
           HEATED BY LOCAL COAL AND LEFT TO COOL
           HUNG TO MARK AND FILL THE GRAND ENTRANCE

           THE LIME MARKED FIELD BETWEEN POST AND POST
           HAILS TO THE YOUNG SCHOOLBOY'S HEARTS
           A FEILD OF DREAMS OR HOUSE OF HORRORS
           TO THE FIT, ATHLETIC TYPES A GOLDEN GRAIL
           TO THOSE OF LESSER STRENGTH A NIGHTMARE

           THE SOUND OF A MILLION BOOT STUDS 
           ECHO TRIAMPHANTLY UP THE TERRACED STREET
           AS HOOPED JERSEY CLAD MEN OF TOMORROW
           CLIP CLOP OVER THE SODDEN TARMACADUM ROAD
           CARRYING THE OVAL BALL IN A VICE LIKE GRIP

           AN HOUR LATER IT AL  REPEATS IN REVERSE
           AS BEDRAGGLED EARTH COVERED WARRIORS
           RETURN FROM THE BRUTAL BATTLEFIELD
           BODIES BRUISED AND MUSCLES ACHING
           BUT HEADS HELD HIGH IN COMBATENT PRIDE