1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 So the Town are down – finally.
Season-long struggle ends
with draw at Ashton Gate.
Not good enough to
preserve parlous League One status.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 From the urine soaked terraces
of Somerton Park Newport in ’82
to the backless bucket seats of Bristol,
the wheel has turned full circle.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 First team from the Premier
to plummet down the leagues.
Lack of ambition in the boardroom
and poor performances on the pitch
means we’ll ply our trade in the basement.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Tears tinged with optimism
as a knight in shining armour
gallops into town to save us
from serious ignimony.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 A club that tests your loyalty to the full,
but we’ll still be there next season
with the dwindling hard core –
Swindon ’til I die.


Relegated we may be, but along with my 3 sons we’ll be re-newing our season tickets next year. I’ll be watching Swindon Town in the bottom division of the Football League for the first time in over two decades.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/swindown/