Poetry

Wispy

Wispy as the morning mist that drifts over the quiet meadow, a sigh of grey, it curls and slips between the blades of grass, a fleeting breath that kisses dawn’s first light.

Hamilton Academical

Hamilton Academical In Lanarkshire’s heart, where the Clyde runs wide, The Accies take the field with pride, New Douglas Park awash in claret and gold, A story told each time the whistle blows. From humble

Dealt

Dealt A pack lies quiet on the oak‑stained table, the velvet cloth a quiet sea of night; each card a whisper, shuffled, turned, uncrumpled— the dealer’s hand a steady, patient light.

Ross County

At Victoria Park where Highlands meet the sky, Where heather scents the breeze from Cromarty Firth, The Staggies play with passion, loud and high, A cherished part of Scotland's northern earth. No

Rinse

Rinse the day’s accumulated grit, A soft cascade of cool, clear stream, Water slipping over skin, it whisks The dust of toil, the sighs of dream. In the bathroom’s quiet hush, Tiles glisten,

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