Poetry
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
Read more →Sunderland
On the banks of the Wear, where the keel meets the tide, Old shipyards whisper of a sturdy pride. Red‑brick terraces line the winding streets, Where miners once sang and the fishwives greet.
Read more →Millwall
At the Den, where the river sighs, Red and blue banners flutter under grey skies, Millwall’s roar, a lion’s low growl, Echoes through streets where the dockworkers prowl. From the terraces’ chant
Read more →Niece
My niece, a spark of bright delight, With laughter soft as summer’s sigh, She dances through the garden light, Her eyes alight with curious sky. She gathers daisies in her hand, A tiny
Read more →Annan Athletic
Annan Athletic, pride of the Solway plain, Your stripes run deep as river‑tide, A crimson flash against the grey, Where Galloway hills whisper encouragement. On the hallowed pitch of Galabank, Boots thud in
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