The Busby Babes were sublime
The best by far in
their time
And when eight of
their number
Went to their eternal
slumber
They went straight to
heaven
To join St Peters
first XI
Tuesday, 1 February 2022
THE BUSBY BABES REPLAYED
THE SURVING BABES OF MUNICH
Morgans and Blanchflower
Never played again
Some played to soon
Some could never play
the same
Some were cast aside
Some fulfilled their
destiny
But none were
unscathed
After the tragedy
Those who remained
Of the team Busby
built
All survived the
horror
But lived with the
guilt
A TALE OF HEROES
Young heroes returning
From a far-off foreign
field
With hard fought
victory won
Where the valiant
refused to yield
Like heroes from
Homers Iliad
Exalted in the legends
But in the Germanic
snows
The heroes journey
ends
As the Gods of winter
struck
Fire and ice took its
toll
And the names were
duly writ
Upon an eternal honour
roll
Geoff Bent, Roger
Byrne (Capt)
Duncan Edwards, Billy
Whelan
David Pegg, Tommy
Taylor
Mark Jones and Eddie
Colman
HARRY GREGG, THE HERO OF MUNICH
In the wake of tragedy
Harry Gregg arose
From the snow
And twisted wreckage
With no thought of himself
Pulled survivors
From the burning plane
Assisted latterly
By Bill Foulkes,
Another heroic figure.
Though Harry thought
His actions unremarkable
On that cold February day
George best, said of him
“Bravery is one thing,
But what Harry did
Was about more than bravery,
It was about goodness”
Now the Hero of Munich
Has left us to mourn his passing
As he has gone to join the Babes
But he lives on in the legend
GO NOW HARRY (Hero of Munich)
HARRY GREGG OBE - (27th October 1932 – 16th February 2020)
Go now Harry
Lay down your keepers’
gloves
You’ve earned your
rest
Our tower of strength
Straight backed
Rugged and dependable
Hero of Munich
Take your place
Among your equals
And be at peace
Your strong
Oft betrayed
By sadness in your
eyes
The sadness of
survival
So, go now Harry
And join the Babes
The band of brothers
You’ve missed so much
And take your place
Among immortals
IN TRAGEDIES WAKE – MUNICH 1958
At Old Trafford
In tragedies wake
In the eerie quiet
The terraces echoed
The mournful silence
And even the empty
Seats shed tears
For The busby babes
Monday, 31 January 2022
TIME IS UP
To my chest my hands I clasp
I deeply breathe, I
wheeze and gasp
My temples throb, my
mouth is dry
My heart beats fast,
I’m going to die
My voice has gone, my throat
is sore
My hands both shake, I
can take no more
I lay my head, upon my
knee
Now blow the whistle
Referee
WHEN I FIRST GOT INTO ATHLETICS
When I first got into athletics
A hurdle scared me a
bit
But with dogged
perseverance
I managed to get over
it
Sunday, 30 January 2022
SPORTING COURAGE
I’m a very courageous
Sportsman, basically
As it takes a lot of
balls
To play Golf like me
NO MORE JIG OF JOY
Norbert Peter Stiles
18th May 1942 – 30th October 2020
Norbert Peter Stiles
Was his given name
A diminutive figure
But a giant in the game
Fearless on the pitch
Fearsome and ferocious
But away from the game
Gentle and humorous
I remember fondly
England’s greatest day
And I remember Nobby
At the end of play
With his spindly legs
And gap-toothed smile
Because no one danced
Like our Nobby Stiles
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