Stradey Hills

Fifteen blood red iron men
shake a thousand souls
and more,
driven by power
of immortal green
and distant Gower shore.

Sospan fach boils on fire
soldier Dai
will light the spark,
whilst sospan fawr
has burned its last
on Stradey's famous park.

In they marched from corners
of west Wales
and beyond,
to add the
Scarlet anthems
to where treasured hymns belong.

The last game played
victory
but the cat scrams Johnny still,
and baby in the cribs
first words shall be
twenty seven to nil!...

@Steven Francis poems 2008

10.11pm Fri 24th Oct 2008

To Stradey Park