Poems

Poet Terry Caffrey worked with Preston’s Youth Offending Team in September 2009, and the following poems were produced:

 

It was so quiet I could hear… (Pauline)

It was so quiet I could hear…
I could hear the grass blowing in the breeze
I could hear the whistle drumming in my ear
I could hear the sun shining
The manager muttering under his breath
The boots banging on the concrete
The door slam as the team disappeared

 

 

It was so quiet I could hear… (Pauline)

It was so quiet I could hear…
Victoria Beckham brushing her hair
Wayne Rooney’s laces coming undone
The referee’s sweat dropping onto the grass
The ball hitting the back of the net
The floodlight being turned on at Preston
The changing room door closing

 

 

It was so quiet I could hear… (Luke)

It was so quiet I could hear…
A corner flag flapping in the wind
The tactics being discussed
The ball ricochet off the players’ thick heads
The pay packet being handed over
A fan breaking wind at the other end of the pitch
The boots piercing the freshly cut grass

 

 

In case (Louise)

In case of a whistle think of a pea
In case of a pea think of a plate
In case of a plate think of China
In case of China think of curry
In case of curry think of burner
In case of burner think of a fire
In case of a fire think of a whistle

 

 

In case (Dean)

In case a boot think a foot
In case a foot think a leg
In case a leg think a football
In case a football think a net
In case a net go fishing
In case a fishing think tackle
In case of tackle think a box
In case a box put in boot
In case a boot think a foot

 

 

In case (Danniielle)

In case of sweat, think of a shower
In case of a shower, think of a towel
In case of a towel, think of a beach
In case of a beach, think of the sea
In case of the sea, think of water
In case of water, think of a shower
In case of a shower, think of sweat

The following poems were written by young people at a Groundwork session on 19th June 2009, with poet Craig Bradley:

 

 

I have a shot and hit the post
Michael Owen scores the most
Two footed tackle on the pitch
Christiano Ronaldo is so rich
He should get red-carded

Referee looks at me
Think I look like Stevie Gee
We kicked off the game at three
Half time break, put on tea

 

 

Victory (Cameron)

Year 3
In Woodleigh
We had an opportunity
To play in a football
Team theme – 5 a side
I’d be ten
Then – full of pride

We were happy
That is true
We played in black and blue
We played North Brook
And beat them too
We lost the final
With Woodleigh
I went off with a dodgy knee

 

 

Dear Football… (Lewis)

You’re my dream
The best thing I’ve seen
Without you I feel lost
Like that corner ball I crossed
Then the goal I missed
But you’re still the top of my list

When we’re apart
There’s no point in living
But Football you are so forgiving

As for all the other sports
I’ve no time for them
Rugby, golf and cricket
They’re for other men

This poem is so true
My heart belongs to you

 

 

Pele (Reece)

I saw Pele
On the telly
He looked really cool to me
He was quick
On the ball
He wasn’t very tall

He was a kid on the street
With no shoes on his feet
Playing football with some bags
Dressed in old torn rags

But he had passion in his heart
He was a living Work of Art
He could fly like a dart
He was a goal scoring machine
The best on the screen

But, Pele, for all your fame
We don’t even know your name!

The following poems were written by young people at a Groundwork session on 12th June 2009, with poet Craig Bradley:

 

 

Excitement,
Passion, on the ball,
Crowd roar

Feel so tall
On the pitch
I’m the master
I have a pre-match meal
Of pasta
Got the ball
Now I’ll blast yer!

 

 

That’s what football means to me

That’s what football means to me
On the grass scoring one, two, three
Unlock the defence, find the key
Blaze up front, you and me

Pass and move from A to B
Respect the team – PNE
Breezing in the box, sting you like a bee
Saturday afternoon at three

We’ve won the game, home for tea
That’s what football means to me

 

 

RESPECT

Respect the Ref
Respect the crowd
Sound of the stadium
Is really loud

Respect yourself
Respect the game
Preston North End
Respect the name

Passion, Pride, History,
That’s what football means to me!

The following poems are from a Streetpseak session at St. Joseph’s Catholic Primary School, Preston, with poet Terry Caffrey:

 

 

What if…. (Georgia Halton)

What if….
North End got knocked down
Man United ruled the World
A penalty for England ended up in Japan
The grass was multi-coloured
The nets were really bright
There were no lights for the pitch.
It was so quiet I could hear….
The Manager for Liverpool getting fired.
I could hear flowers growing on the pitch.

You are
The Manager for Man Utd.
The grass for PNE
The hole in my boot.

 

 

What if…. (Charlotte Brown)

What if…..
The changing rooms had no roof
The grass had turned a different colour
The stadium fell down
What if the Manager had swine flu
The players were ill
What if the net was bent

It was so quiet I could hear….
The rain in the forest in Japan
One of the players whispering hello in to the referee
People talking in Australis
Terry singing in the shower in his house
Someone opening a Pepsi can in New York

 

 

What if…. (Richard, age 10)

What if….
PNE didn’t exist
Chris Brown was a dog
Rooney didn’t play for Man U
Players had no home
The ball was as small as a pea
Red cards weren’t invented

It was so quiet I could hear….
I could hear daffodils screaming
The Chinese President crying
I could hear a pebble falling on the floor
Chris Brown getting a shower in China

You are…
The laces on my boots
The ring on Chris Brown’s finger
The studs under my boots
The referee’s shorts
The red cards in the ref’s pocket.

 

 

What if…. (Lewis Bilsborough)

What if….
The referee was a baby
The changing rooms got flooded
The player was not there
The ball popped
The red card was green
The post snapped in half

It was so quiet I could hear….
A fish swimming in the sea in Mexico
A football match in Brazil
A poet writing a poem in Australia
A goal being scored in Tanzania
Rooney screaming in China

 

 

What if…. (Nicole Turner)

What if….
The changing rooms had no roof
The grass was pink
The Manager was in Mexico
The stadium came alive as a robot
The noise was terrible singing

It was so quiet I could hear….
The daisies grow in Japan
The players playing football in Italy
Someone having a bath
The referee shooting
Planes in Tanzania
People talking in Liverpool

You are….
The ball we kick
The echo of the noise
The smelly sock of the players
The people in the crowd
The drinks for the football players
The dint in the pole