Poetry

Inlet

An inlet breathes between the cliffs, A quiet mouth where sea and stone entwine, Its waters murmur, soft as lullabies, Carrying the scent of kelp and brine. At dawn the tide lifts

Charlton Athletic

Charlton Athletic – A Valley Verse In the shadow of South‑East London’s sky, Where the Thames sighs past Greenwich’s old piers, Stands The Valley, a ground that won’t say die, Home to the Addicks

Barrow

Barrow In the hush of the Downs, where the heather sighs low, A grass‑clad swell rises – a silent barrow, A tumulus dressed in moss and thyme, Where Neolithic hands once piled stone and

Dense

Dense In the heart of the ancient wood the canopy grew dense, A tapestry of leaf and branch that shut out heaven’s gleam; Sunlight filtered through the green‑tinged haze, a shy, diffused sense, As

Milton Keynes Dons

Ode to the Dons (Milton Keynes Style) Not born of ancient, mossy ground, But forged where grid-roads winding found Their concrete squares beneath the sky, Where silver buses glide and sigh. No centuries of echoes

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