Poetry
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
Read more →Rochdale
Rochdale, where Pennine hills sigh low, Their ancient stone a steadfast crew, The River Roch in quiet flow, Reflects the sky’s perpetual blue. Here once the Pioneers did stand, With co‑operative hope alight, Their
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In the rugged hills of Laconia they stood, Spartan sons of iron will and stone‑clad pride, Their crimson cloaks a flare against the pale, A shield of bronze, a spear that would not
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Morph In quiet streets where cobblestones recall the steps of centuries, a shadow bends, it shifts like mist that drifts across the wall, and wears the faces that the moment lends. A seed uncurls to
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By the ancient walls of Portsmouth’s historic harbour, Where the Spinnaker Tower pierces a grey‑blue sky, The scent of salty tide mingles with gun‑smoke memory, And HMS Victory rests, a steadfast sentinel of the
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