TOEKNEEZ LYRICS & POETRY AKA MAD-TONE AUSSIE BUSH POET

born in March in September 1952.Have been writing poetry since about 1962.Happily married to Julie , with 3 adult children and two grandkids--have had a non-creative period of late--but here's hoping that "creative juices" may flow again---all writings, remain the property of ToeKnees Lyrics all enquiries for this blog via tonyfromwindsor@yahoo.com

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Saturday, September 13, 2008

THE BALLAD OF THE GHOST OF JESSE PYE

Today,Saturday the 13th of September 2008 will see the last competitive game at Fenland Park ,home of the Wisbech Town Football Club.Their home for just over 60 years has been sold to make room for a housing project,to a development company called Purple.Fenland Park has seen many highs and lows over the years.The ground is aged and run down (like many of us I guess)and Wisbech Town will be building a "New Fenland Park" everyone is excited at this,yet sad at leaving the old ground.
One of the greatest players ever to grace Fenland Park,was the ex Wolverhampton Wanderers and England International Jesse Pye,who played under the great manager Oscar Hold back in the 1950's (Jesse also went on to manage Wisbech himself in later years)He is a legend in the minds of many of we older fans of "The Fenmen"--------I just wish there was some way of letting Jesse know that we've left Fenland Park---he's causing a lot of damage.

The Ballad Of The Ghost Of Jesse Pye.

They've taken down the goalposts,
the stands,since bulldozed over.
And where The Fenmen used to play
devoid of grass and clover.
There,where we used to rant and shout
"come on you mighty Reds"
Now,a row of Purple Homes
with sheds,and flower beds.

But,every day when sun goes down
and into to night we pass.
Would come a shout of "give it here"
then, the sound of shattered glass.
When morning came in Purple Street,
as everyone awoke,
they's scratch at heads in wonder
just how their windows broke.

Children playing in the streets?
Maybe drunkards passing by?
No! its the spirit of The Fenmen
lead by Jesse Pye.
For his soul in came a haunting,
gliding in the dark.
Scoring one more goal for Oscar Hold
where once was Fenland Park.

As his spirit shines,where was the pitch
on memory he plays
thinking of the glory seen
on many,long gone days.
And a host of others with him
all are long since dead
There on "The Field Of Shattered Dreams"
Once more,all Men In Red.

For his soul it came a haunting
gliding in the dark.
Scoring one more goal for Oscar Hold
where once was Fenland Park.
and a host of others with him
all are long since dead
There on "The Field Of Shattered Dreams"
Once more.all Men In Red