Merry Autumn I – Recommended Poem
It’s all a farce, these tales they tell
About the breezes sighing,
And moans astir o’er field and dell,
Because the year is dying.
Spring is Sprung – Language Article
I like to think it’s spring in February when the very first snow drop pushes through the snow. But by the time you read this it will be May, the snowdrops have long retreated back into the soil and the garden is full of blossom, late tulips, primroses and all the rest. It is a time of new beginnings, of fresh hopes.
Leaves – Poem of the Month
How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colours gleaming in the sun.
Football Diary 42 – At Last!
There are signs that the football world is beginning to wake up to the dangers of financial excess.
Football Diary 41 – The Hurly Burly World of Football
by Patrick O’Connor
THEY call it the close season – the time when the league programmes have ended.
But that doesn’t mean there isn’t much happening in the hurly-burly world of football, far from it.