Footy

 A rainy day

A blustery windy day

Two young boys hard at play

Kicking a ball

High in the sky

While I listen to their shouts and cries

It's grim out there

Cold and grey

Not the very best of days

But I still stand,and I smile,

Moments like this are getting rare.

So I stand, getting soaking wet,

Watching the boys blast a ball in the air. 

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Written after getting soaking wet watching 

the boys play footy together on a cold grey wet December day.

I came back home with dripping wet hair and muddy boots.

I smiled though...these boys are infectious.