Hockey
A wonderful poem about Canada's National Pastime.
(PRWEB) January 23 2004--Coming to bookstores soon. From Full Satchel Press,
David MacLennan's first book of poems, featuring this favourite as heard on CBC
radio; as well as many more:
Address to a Puck
Fair eh, your
honest hockey place,
Great chieftain of the scarring face;
Where between
the boards skates to lace:
Your rubber froze,
Darting
dangerous quick of pace,
In slap shots rose.
The
crackling ice on which you slide,
Chased by padded boys well applied;
In
loss or victory you decide:
Yours’ not to let,
Where
shots be accurate or wide,
Streak towards the
net.
This disc hits corners left and right,
Can cut you up with ready
slight;
From in behind burns the goal light:
Whoa,
bulging twine,
This the lonely net minder’s plight,
Guards the thin red line.
Quick hands and fast of foot to flop,
Who
are said to be o’er the top;
On grenades hurled they’re known to
drop:
And fallen beneath,
With bodies bruised, brave
lads will stop -
Trading precious teeth.
Yes, your
powers make cold winter fair;
In boyhood dreams young and old share,
With
pride our true colours to wear:
On Habs or Leafs
stuck,
This O Canada’s common prayer -
Blessed be a
puck!
David MacLennan Copyright 2002
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