Poetry

Portsmouth

By the ancient walls of Portsmouth’s historic harbour, Where the Spinnaker Tower pierces a grey‑blue sky, The scent of salty tide mingles with gun‑smoke memory, And HMS Victory rests, a steadfast sentinel of the

Shrewsbury Town

Shrewsbury Town, the Salop side, Where green and amber banners glide. On Montgomery Waters Meadow’s grass, Dreams of glory come to pass. From Gay Meadow’s historic roar To New Meadow’s modern shore, The Shrews

Nobly

Nobly the dawn spreads its quiet gold, A steady hand that bears the weight of honour. In every stride, a silent promise kept— To serve, to stand, to lift the weary heart.

Ballinamallard United

In the quiet town of Ballinamallard, where hedges sigh, United’s colours ripple beneath a Fermanagh sky. The pitch, a emerald stage, awaits the whistle’s call, Boots thudding steady, hearts answering one and all.

East Fife

East Fife – where amber meets black, A strip of hope along the Fife coast, Bayview Stadium hums beneath the sky, A ground where dreams are stitched in every post. The supporters

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