There it sits, the great Cornwall Stadium,
A slumbering giant looking up at the sky.
If it could see then what would it see…
Happy families eager and waiting,
Joyful children, eyes clear and wide,
Whistle blowing referees, linesmen waving,
Dreaming, cheering for your side.
Strikers, defenders tackles flying,
Corners, penalties, “He’s offside!”
Crowd all singing, ears all ringing,
Groaning, moaning as players collide.
Pirate’s players swerving, diving,
Biceps, triceps, muscular thighs.
Leaping, catching, calling, falling,
Sprinting, roaring, scoring tries.
Rock stars playing, huge crowds swaying,
Music blaring, screaming loud.
Drummers drumming, guitarists strumming,
Banners waving in the crowd.
Gymnasts vaulting, fencers thrusting,
Athletes running side-by-side.
Cyclists sweating, swimmers diving,
Spectators rushing to get inside.
Skies are darkening, folk start leaving,
Heading home with merry smiles.
Recalling stories and magic moments,
Recounting memories over the miles.
The giant watches as the people head home with happy hearts…
By Katie, Nina and Kate