The time is set – the place appointed
Look up – a sea of faces gazing down
The applause and cheers reverberate around
To create that cacophony of sound
That patters like the rain – upon the pane
By the Vaynol arms, Nant Peris in the early afternoon
There’s a bored young lass a-waitin’ for a lift arranged at noon
The sun is on the high crags, she is keen to be away
But ‘er partner’s stuck in traffic on the by-pass near Conwy...
Sporting Stories writes: Thank you to Spoz, our Potters 'Arf poet, and to artist Colin Faulkner for allowing us to share this great poem and drawing on climbing. See more locally-inspired poems from Spoz, plus other writing on the Potters 'Arf , here.
My dancing dream
Is to be in a good team...
The way to succeed is to try
Sporting Stories writes: Speedway doesn't feature on our list of sports (those which get you fitter through exercise) but Pat's beautifully written piece really captures the community spirit and sense of well-being which comes through participating in any sport, even as a spectator. If you've ever been to Speedway then you'll find this story wonderfully evocative. And the poems are perfect too...
The game always starts with a sharp whistle blast
from the ref - the boss – all-powerful, all-knowing.
An accurate boot propels the ball high
One team waits tensely, the other gets going
You stand once again at the starting line
Waiting for the games to commence
You’ve been here many times before
Yet you must race again and again
Male and female
Young and old
Small and large
They all run