Poetry

Basis

Upon the quiet ground of thought, The basis lies, a humble thread, Where reason's roots and feeling's knot Are woven, silent, softly spread. It is the stone beneath the bridge, The chalk line

Newport County

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

Port Vale

At Vale Park’s humble terraces, Where Burslem’s heart beats steady, true, The Valiants march in claret and white, A loyal throng in sky‑blue hue. From bygone days of grit and graft, Through triumphs

Chili

In the market's ruby glow, A chilli rests, its skin aglow, Whispering heat through summer's air, A crimson promise, sharp and fair. When sliced, it sings a fiery tune, Its flavour dances, bold

AFC Wimbledon

In Plough Lane’s hushed twilight, the Dons arise, A phoenix reborn from Wimbledon’s past, Their claret and blue a steadfast disguise, Against the giants, their hopes steadfast. From Kingston’s roar to the

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