Newport County
Monday 1 June 2026
poetry
Newport County – a name that rides the Severn’s tide,
Where dragon‑kissed hills whisper ancient pride.
The amber lights of Rodney Parade glow,
A beacon for the faithful, steadfast, slow.
In terraces that echo with a chant,
The Amber Army sings, relentless, staunch.
Each pass a stitch in cloth of community,
Each goal a pulse of heart‑beat, wild and free.
From Newport’s docks to valleys draped in mist,
The club endures, a grit‑worn, stubborn twist.
Through rain‑slicked pitches and the winter’s bite,
They chase the dream beneath the fading light.
So raise a scarf, let voices rise and blend—
Newport County, where hopes and histories mend.