Yeovil Town
Monday 3 August 2026
poetry
Yeovil Town’s green and white,
In Somerset’s quiet light,
They march across the pitch,
With grit that stitches every stitch.
From Huish Park’s humble stands,
The roar of loyal fans,
A chorus old yet bright,
Echoing through the night.
Whether in league or cup,
Their spirit never gives up,
For Yeovil’s heart beats true—
A town, a team, a view.
