Lord Stanley
It is a cold and frozen world
With ice that is an inch thick
And surly comments are hurled
By large men fighting with sticks
Each proud to wear the sweater
Of the city they represent
Some are given a letter
Leaders found by team consent
They battle fierce through the hour
Hoping to raise the cup of Lord
But penalties can winning sour
When the twig is used as sword
There with red and blue lines drawn
A manly battle is waged and rages
As sturdy men with masks put on
Hide in their netted cages
You cannot blink or look away
Not even for a second
The speed of this motley fray
Bids focus to be reckoned
It started with the original six
And playing held more fears
Each season being seen epic
For more than a hundred years
The swift are given due respect
For fast is its own reward
Until enforcers throw a check
Causing fast to taste the boards
No war has raged any longer
On this western continent
No athlete any stronger
Than these men on winning bent
I have yet to find a sport
That is anywhere as manly
As where real men do court
Raising the cup of Lord Stanley
U r so talented u should write a book !
Thanks, Abhin! One of these days I will write a book!
I second that! I’ll definitely read it! 😍😍😍😍
Great post, Brad.
Thank you Yasmin!
You are very welcome, Brad.
I miss the days of hockey games in person… . I still have love for the game, though.
I miss anything that happens live. Thanks, sis!
a beautiful ode to hockey, one of my favorite sports to watch!
Good to know there is another fan going through withdrawal!
it’s rough!
It wasn’t a manly sport until the Broad Street Bullies came along… 🙂
Wonderful! So well written and such rhythm and strength! I don’t know much about that sport but I sure did love the poem! You are a crack! (Means great in Spain)…All the best!
Thank you, Francisco!
My pleasure Brad! All the best.
For the love of the game! Go Penguins!! ❤🐧
Penguins Rule! 🐧❤🐧
One of those sports that somehow manages to balance brutality and beauty.
Thanks Pete!