ODE to the BLUEBIRDS
Silhouettes in the Cumbrian sky,
With precision, home is found,
Descending on the Holker ground.
Nestling in the royal blue stand,
Birds eye view of game at hand,
Feathered chorus can't compare
With chants of 'Barrow' in the air.
Birds in flight survey the crowd,
Energetic, loyal and loud,
Today their team has left it late,
But Holker's birds must all migrate.
Bluebirds leave without a care,
Barrow's fans are everywhere,
Through every land and every day,
Barrow shirts will line the way.
The Unibard
Previously unpublished
