Poetry

Burton Albion

On the banks of the Trent where the crowds gather, Burton Albion’s Brewers march on with pride, Their amber and black stripes fluttering like a banner Over the Pirelli Stadium, where hopes reside.

Newry City

In Newry City where the Clanrye sighs, Beneath the watchful eyes of Mourne’s blue hue, The old canal still whispers through the skies, Reflecting centuries in waters true. Cobbled streets recall a

Thumb

In the quiet of a morning flat, A thumb rests soft upon the glass, Leaving a warm, amber print— A silent signature of touch. It hitches rides on lorry backs, Points north when

Stranraer

Stranraer, where the Irish Sea meets Clyde’s soft sigh, A harbour town of gulls and granite, beneath a grey‑tinged sky. Cobbled lanes recall the clatter of carts that once did roam, While ferries

Notts County

At Meadow Lane where echoes dwell, The Magpies whisper tales of old— A crimson kit, a steadfast spell, Since eighteen‑sixty‑four they’ve boldly told. From lowly grounds to lofty chants, The faithful roar in

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