A Poem For Henrik Larsson Poem by Daniel McDonagh

A Poem For Henrik Larsson



Will we ever again witness
This miraculous phenomenon,
Who graced us with his presence
In Celtic’s famous number seven.

Will the stars in heaven shine?
As the angels sing his song,
A legend in his time,
Is the hero, Henrik Larsson.

He will go down as the world’s 8th wonder
Who wore the famous hoops,
He’s the roar in Celtic’s thunder,
Who will fill his empty boots?

Parkhead had been his heaven
When he walked through Celtic’s door,
And from the year of ’97,
How we watched proud Larsson score.

Christened on the terracing as Ghod,
By the passionate Parkhead faithful,
Were his goals brought Celtic victory
In the act of a miracle.

After injury he returned to the game,
The Golden Boot he collected,
And Parkhead would echo his name
When he scored goals for the Celtic.

Three league titles he held at Parkhead,
Honours and awards, he’s gathered more,
And when he waved farewell to the faithful,
He paraded league title number four?

His goals we will carry within our hearts,
His passion within our souls,
In his last season down at Celtic Park;
His memories are worth a fortune in gold.

His name will be held in high esteem
As we will look back at his glory,
Were Henrik Larsson, our hero & legend,
Will be a part of Celtic’s history.

Jan’28th 2004

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