Stevie G.
Football is his chosen sport
Where games are won and battles fought
At Anfield is where his team play
From August through to early May
On Anfield’s soft and hallowed ground
The famous Kop with its deafening sound
The clash of boots the blood and sweat
The men in red shirts you can’t forget
This game is played the men are hard
Their proudest leader Steven Gerrard
His runs from deep his passes tell
This midfield General makes them gel
This dynamo of relentless power
Will bring the team their finest hour
From start to finish he’s on the go
As they kick off the passes flow
This lad’s physique is no facade
He’s the one and only Steven Gerrard
G.W.Milward
February 2008
thought you would like a poem about him.
poetman
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