strongbhoy

I watch the Celtic through my father's eyes,
It is his voice that you can hear sing,
As he once cheered the skill of Jinky & Lennox
When they owned Celtic's left & right wing.

I saw Billy McNeill rise like the sun
And score goals with his immaculate head,
I saw Kenny Dalglish shine, like a stolen uncut diamond,
I saw Paddy Bonnar save our souls; a woken Donegal giant.

I saw Lubo perform magic and trickery,
Mesmerizing the opposition on Parkhead's pitch,
I saw fire and passion and could only stare,
As the Jungle chanted, Feed the Bear.

I saw miracles and baptisms, a communion of goals,
When Larsson wore the green, white and old,
I remember the pride when Johnny Doyle played,
As he wears the green & white, for an eternity.

I watch the Celtic through my father's eyes
On Parkhead's terracing, under Parkhead's sky
His view from heaven is never restricted
As he stands with his father watching the Celtic.

Daniel McDonaugh

Get'em in Milan Bhoys.