Poetry

Bolton Wanderers

At the University of Bolton Stadium, beneath a sky that’s often grey, The Trotters march in navy and white, their hearts a steady beat. Supporters chant from the terraces, a chorus old

Sepia

In sepia‑toned memories, the world sighs, A quiet hush of yesterday’s light, Where faces smile in muted golds and browns, And time seems to linger, soft as old parchment. Each frame a

Stockport County

At Edgeley Park the Hatters take the field, Blue and white stripes flutter like a flag unfurled, Each chant a steady drum, each tackle sealed, A town’s proud heartbeat echoing through the world.

Elgin City

Elgin City Cobbled lanes whisper through ancient stone, Where the River Lossie glints in muted tone, Morning mist rolls o’er the cathedral spire, And the town awakes to a quiet fire. Shops line

Quell

In the hush of twilight, when doubts begin to swell, A quiet hand can quell the restless swell of fear. Like a gentle tide that smooths the jagged stone, It steadies hearts, turning

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