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The Green Sward of Blackhill

by John McArdle

A poem dedicated to the lawn bowlers of Consett Park Bowling Club winners of the 2025 Tom Burleigh shield

The Green sward of Blackhill

Upon the green where memories bloom

Beneath consett skies that chase the gloom

The club house stands, a century's grace

A friendly hub, a welcoming place.

Though shields may change and season's turn

The lessons of the game we always learn of rolling woods and measured might.

To chase the jack in fading light.

The sound of bowl's a gentle thud upon the turf a rolling stud.

A test of nerves  a steady hand

THE FINEST BOWLERS IN THE LAND..

For old and new, the sports the same.

A friendly challenge a worthy game.

So raise a glass, let spirits soar

TO CONSETT PARK FOREVERMORE!

John McArdle

Consett Park Bowling Club   2/09/2025