Poetry

Everton

Goodison’s blue and white stand tall, Where Toffees roar beneath the sky— A chorus sings of battles fought, Of triumphs forged in Everton’s cry. From Dixie Dean to modern days, The spirit pulses,

Barry Town United

Jenner Park on a Saturday grey, Where the green and white kit comes out to play. The smell of hot pie, the terraces' hum, A familiar rhythm, welcoming some. C'mon Barry! rings sharp through

Visit

A gentle knock upon the garden gate, The scent of lavender drifts on the breeze, We step inside, where time seems to abate, And share a pot of tea beneath the trees.

Carrick Rangers

At the edge of Larne Lough where the sea mist rolls, Carrick Rangers stride, their hearts in loyal rolls. From the terraces of Taylors Avenue’s old stand, Echoes chant the blues that sweep

Morecambe

Morecambe’s bay awakes at dawn, A stretch of gold where gulls withdraw, The tide draws lace upon the sand, And paints the sky in pastel awe. The promenade hums with vintage charm, Ice‑cream

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