Swansea City

Green and white upon the Vetch,
Where the Welsh wind hums a low chant.
Swansea City, steady as the tide,
Your scarves unfurl like sea‑foam ribbons,
Chasing dreams across the emerald pitch,
Passes slick as river‑stone,
Goals burst like lighthouse beams in dusk,
Fans’ roar a chorus of the valleys,
Hope renewed each Saturday’s refrain,
In the heart of Wales you beat—
Proud, unyielding, ever true.