Memories Of The Baseball Ground Poem by Martin Ward

I will always remember
The Baseball Ground:
the blue-brick streets
and the match day sounds.

Heading from home
to tight terraced streets,
to cheer on our heroes
with friends we would meet.

The smell of food stalls
and the call of pubs,
that welcomed the faithful
of our great football club.

Clicks of the turnstiles
made a great overture
to the opera of football
which is Derby's culture.

This great sporting city,
where the game was made,
lives and breathes football
and deserves its accolade.

The greatest names in soccer
have graced the hallowed ground,
but trembled at the passion
and intimidating sound.

Shimmering of silverware
and the sweet taste of success;
like a fine wine rarely tasted,
but relished, nonetheless.

Returning home to recall
the highlights of the game,
and the glories of the BBG:
it's never quite the same.

Derby's famous football Pride
has found another home,
to welcome a golden future
and for generations to come.