Poetry

Limavady United

The Roe Valley Hum Not where the floodlights blazeiest burn, Nor where the trophies loudly gleam, But where the Roe River winds its turn, Lies Limavady United’s dream. No polished pitch of pristine sheen, Just honest

Wiser

Wiser In the quiet of a London dawn, when the mist still clings to the Thames, I watch the red‑double‑decker glide past the flat where I once kept my dreams. Years have folded

Brood

In quiet fields where morning light does creep, A speckled hen does guard her feathered brood, Each chick a pulse of life, a promise deep, Beneath the sky's soft, ever‑changing mood. They

Serif

In the hushed halls of print where thoughts take flight, The serif rests – a modest, faithful light. Each tiny foot, a genteel, restrained refrain, Guides the reader’s eye with quiet, sure domain.

Basil

Ode to Basil In a sun‑kissed pot upon the sill, A spray of green leans softly, still— Its leaves, a tender jade, release A perfume sweet, a fragrant peace. When summer’s heat begins

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