When Cwm Met Town.
September clouds were swiftly rolling by,
When Cwm met Town, beneath an autumn sky.
No fire and brimstone, only the fresh cut grass,
Flesh and blood, with a sprinkling of class.
A crowd had gathered, a sudden silence fell,
Two courageous teams, at the well of Hell.
No time this for doubt, nor of trembling hearts,
Sweat and blood, as the true contest starts.
The football flying, the battle had begun,
Teeth and nails, a red card’s deed done.
No love is lost, within this Celtic brotherhood,
Until the war is over, for bad, worse or good.
Passions rise, as desperate destiny it calls,
Studs and elbows, where red mist befalls.
No quarter given across the white laid line,
Tears forgotten, Curtis’s goal sweet as wine.
The blue flag flying, the wild boar shot down,
A whistle blowing, conquered souls they drown.
No spoils to share, after a hard victory won
The field soon empty, but a new chapter begun.
Author – Peter Davies.
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