Charlton Athletic – A Valley Verse In the shadow of South‑East London’s sky, Where the Thames sighs past Greenwich’s old piers, Stands The Valley, a ground that won’t say die, Home to the Addicks
Read more →Barrow In the hush of the Downs, where the heather sighs low, A grass‑clad swell rises – a silent barrow, A tumulus dressed in moss and thyme, Where Neolithic hands once piled stone and
Read more →Dense In the heart of the ancient wood the canopy grew dense, A tapestry of leaf and branch that shut out heaven’s gleam; Sunlight filtered through the green‑tinged haze, a shy, diffused sense, As
Read more →Ode to the Dons (Milton Keynes Style) Not born of ancient, mossy ground, But forged where grid-roads winding found Their concrete squares beneath the sky, Where silver buses glide and sigh. No centuries of echoes
Read more →Harland & Wolff Welders In Belfast’s dock where Harland & Wolff looms, The welders raise their arms against the steel, With oxy‑acetylene’s bright blue plumes, They trace each seam where mighty hulls
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