Poem: Vandraren

Nordman
Ian’s lion Finn
Running, blonde hair swinging in the wind
Ball tamed - somewhat

Roaring forward
Defenders his prey;
An eagle spreading his wings
Dashing towards the net
Paradoxically
Once again

Wonderer
Wanderer
Like the ones in the crowd
Thinks he

Checking his thirst
Still there, or the last swigs of an emptying well?

This Oasis for good?
Lioneagle - the true form of my being?
Or shall there be another

Palace tower has been yeah!
Selhurst shouts my name

But the prairie is vast
Destinations, towering in the horizon
Like Paris

Is this liaison for good
Or time for French kisses?
With Ian and the lads
Before spreading my wings for good

The roar of Carling
The call of the father could decide

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ps. The photo is stolen from Akiriihilahti.com . He ain't Ronaldinho but has probably, borrowing the style of a certain Danish brewery, the best "official" footballer's web pages in the world!