Poem from an old supporter Can you add to it? : Tue Jul 19, 2011 10:28 am
When Richard was out collecting his CashFax he met a lady supporter from many years ago who had written a poem about Thrum Hall and had finished it just as we were about to move into the Shay.The poem is underneath but my suggestion is that perhaps someone on here might like to pen the following verses with the opportunity of hindsight?
Any budding poets out there?
Mike
Thrum Hall by Dorothy Butterworth
One hundred and twelve years ago they began Thrum Hall,
From farmland a sports ground with Pavilion, Clock Tower proud and tall,
Rugby League, Cricket, Greyhound Racing,
A game of Bowls to get your heart racing,
It was the best for miles around,
Years of cheers and the roars. Oh the sound!
Rugby, now there’s a sport,
Many a burly lad was taught.
Passions of the Rugby League,
Hearts afire, fans indeed.
Many, many years have there been,
Comings and goings, the faithful never unseen.
Oh those glorious days of victory,
Never to be forgotten in Thrum Hall’s history.
Memories, echoes of games long past,
In our souls will forever last.
Remember those atmospheric nights,
Sensations of a game, fast moving, a score,
A try, another roar.
Oh how we’d stand in bitter cold air
With the warmth of our excitement to sustain us there.
Even the sleet, mist and snow
Would never stop our team pride. No No.
Changes, seasons, ideas and the kind,
We now with heavy hearts leave behind.
March 21st, the second day of Spring,
No more will we hear the roar of the crowd out ring
Here on this, our hallowed turf.
Only ghosts and echoes, dust to dust and earth to earth.
But like the phoenix out of the ashes
New and more exciting matches
Begin again on the new ground at the Shay,
Fresh new future, brand new day.
Dorothy Butterworth