World Cup Fever
I think I'm a fan,
Never thought I would be.
But I've found that I can
Be longing to see
The boys run and frequently fall
With the vuvuzelas droning over all.
It's a treat for the eye,
Those colorful suits.
They play to a tie,
And check out those boots!
It holds me in thrall.
With the vuvuzelas droning over all.
Their faces show joy,
Anxiety, pain.
The ball is a toy
It's starting to rain.
And then a rare goal,a referee's call,
with the vuvuzelas droning over all.
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I am a retired nurse and live in Yucaipa, CA with my husband Jim. I am a member of the Yucaipa Poets. The game I wrote about took place in South Africa, which has a tradition of vuvuzelas at soccer matches. The noise aside, it did prove to be a visual feast.