Poetic Writing of ROBBIE KENNEDY BENNETT © www.rkbpoetry.co.uk Born in Wolverhampton of English and Scottish parentage. He grew up on the Rough Hills Estate area of the town and his Scottish ancestral roots are in the Kingdom of Fife and Dundee. The author is now residing in Codsall, Staffordshire. Drawings, pictures and writing are copyright of the author Robbie Kennedy Bennett. On the final stretch of my 2 day walk on the Fife Coastal Path I visited East Fife FC. I was allowed inside the ground to take photo's and watched as the groundstaff repaired the touch lines where the assistant referee's run up and down. I must add that the pitch was in fantastic condition being the end of season. I found everyone at Bayview very friendly indeed and sent them a complimentary E-mail with my poem of Fifers Day. I was very pleased to see that they had put my message on their website describing me as a 'Midland Exile'. They also add that my poem was about the greatest day in their club's history.

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by Robbie Kennedy Bennett

A dressing room team talk on cup final day,
'Believe in yourselves and show you can play'.
'We all have a chance how small or how great',
But to win or to lose could be fate?

From the very first whistle their defence stayed strong,
But it had to be asked for how long.
A division two team were under attack,
A relentless opponent kept pushing them back.
Killie snarled and roared,
Then McKerrell the Fifer unleashed a great strike,
The minnows from Methil had scored.
I read that the tide then turned for Killie,
Twice the Fifers were forced to concede.
Odds on favourites were Killie,
On course at half time with a two one lead.

The teams then returned to commence,
Surely not an upset could a Killie fan sense.
For the next ten minutes the men from Fife,
Hung on to their footballing life.
Then on the hour came the Fifers reply,
Killie were behind when McLeod twisted high.
His acrobatic goal that day was a gem,
They nae lost the lead again.

Extra time beckoned for the two weary teams,
The Scottish Cup Final and football dreams.
A bosses team talk is believe what I say,
'This is to be an underdog day'.
Black and gold coloured supporters then roared,
Miller for the Fifers had scored.

Killie then faded with the afternoon light.
Their dream of this trophy was soon out of sight.
In I938 came a memorable day,
Over 91,000 watched this final replay.
When McKerrell scored goal number four,
He sent many a Killie to the exit door.
This game now became well beyond doubt,
The gold and black colours once again came out.
East Fife 4 Kilmarnock 2,
The trophy that year went to Bayview.

In 1938 East Fife became the only Second Division team to win the Scottish Cup

Fifers Day © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

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In a picture of Ladybank Panthers,
the laddie’s they were a grinning.
Schoolboy dreams, football teams,
losing drawing or winning.

There in the Fifer’s ground,
in Bayview they were looking around.
Could you imagine running out on that pitch?
A football career brings cheers and tears,
some can be famous and rich.

But how about playing to enjoy,
everyone of you laddie’s a happy wee boy.
One day you may look back on that day,
here’s what this footballing poet does say.

Pull your Ladybank Panther shirt over your head,
don’t play to be dirty and don’t be misled.
Play hard you Panthers play fair,
Bayview, Hampden, anywhere.
Whatever field you Panthers may grace,
keep the Ladybank Panther smile on your face.
Never mind being famous or rich,
be proud to be out on that pitch.

Pull your Ladybank Panther shirt over your head,
don’t play to be dirty and don’t be misled.
Play for the Panthers play for your name,
play football the greatest game.

© Robbie Kennedy Bennett

I noticed a picture of the lads from Ladybank Panthers FC visiting Bayview, home of East Fife FC.
There they were in the tunnel and the stand, in the same team and probably sharing the same dream.

Ladybank, Fife my dads village.

I was drawn to your site by the poem on Ladyank Panthers. I founded the club a few years back so it was nice to see the recognition you had given it. Thank you. Michael Fox

When th' Wolf went tae Fife © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

On the 19th June 2013 came the announcement that Wolves were to play East Fife at Bayview in a pre-season friendly. Good news for me with an ancestral interest in both Wolverhampton and Fife.

Those who have read earlier writing of mine may recall Fifer's Day. This is an ode of mine about East Fife winning the Scottish Cup in 1938. The Fifer's became the only Second Division team to win Scotland's greatest trophy.

This all came about with me calling into the football club whilst walking the Fife Coastal Path. I was made extremely welcome at Bayview and ever since then I often take a look at the ground when in Fife and always look out for their result. Last year my son, grandson and myself had out photograph taken outside the ground by their mini-bus.

I made my decision to have to be there for the game and started to plan ahead. I first called East Fife Football Club to see if It was all ticket or could I pay on the gate. Upon speaking to a most pleasant gentleman named Denis, he could tell from my accent that I was not a local but from the midlands. I told him my name and explained to him my interest in Fife and to my surprise he was not only aware of my ode Fifer's Day, he also had it on his computer!

Time now to think ahead about where to stay for the night and the decision was to take my tent. A couple of years earlier on Good Friday 2010, I had camped at Shell Bay, now Elie Holiday Park. It really is a delightful site and once again I had came across it whilst walking the Fife Coastal Path. All done, there was to be a pitch awaiting for me for the evening of Wednesday 10th July.

My plan was to set out from my Codsall home as early as possible so I could get a day's walking in before going to the game on the evening. Next day was also to be an early start to set off to home as unfortunately my uncle Eddy Owen had passed away aged 89years and his funeral was early Thursday afternoon. He had also been a footballing man and whenever we were to meet he would call "get the ball out!

At 3.41am on Wednesday morning I set off from my Codsall home and crossed the border at about 6.20am. It was perfect driving weather but the weather was predicting a cloudier day north and west. The Forth Bridge at Souths Queenserry was my planned stop and I arrived at 8.30am, changed into my walking shoes and made my way to walk over the Forth Road Bridge.

It was really breezy upon the bridge and I had read and found it to be correct that you can feel the vibration of the traffic through the steelwork.

© Robbie Kennedy Bennett

The Forth Road Bridge opened in 1964 and there has been a main crossing of the Forth at South Queensferry by means of ferry since at least 1071. Malcolm 111 for the Queen, Saint Margaret of Scotland, allowed free passage there mostly for Pilgrims heading for St Andrews. The Forth Road Bridge is one and a half miles long and when first built was the longest in Europe. There's soon to be another crossing built further west along the Forth.

I once wrote of a young man of aged 16 who lost his life whilst employed building the rail bridge. Thomas Joseph Harris's is on the new monument's on both sides naming those unfortunate personnel and he was the first one that I looked for.

Part extract;
Thomas Joseph Harris ©

You must have visualised the manufacturing construction,
Advancing young man beyond toiling day introduction.
How many summers had passed since your day in school?
Secure in class at your desk on a bench or stool.

© Robbie Kennedy Bennett

And about North Queensferry;

Part extract;
Quiet Like in North Queensferry ©

Wheest! On th’ wend at North Queensferry,
where I chose to pause.
Quiet like in North Queensferry,
surveying surroundings because.
I’m drawn by a self-seeking search
early hours I respect,
man and his mettle did they bury
by the Forth in North Queensferry?

© Robbie Kennedy Bennett


I was ready,
Ready, for a lifetime

I was ready,
"Throw me that lifeline"

Throw me that rope
that gives me hope,

That pulls me
Tae walk ower the Forth,

Ower the concrete
And the steel,
How will look?
How will it feel?
Tae look east, south, west and north
And down on the Forth.

On the cord
That pulls me tae Fife
Ower the Forth
Tae the Kingdom of Fife

You got me ower
All you, some with your lifetime ower
You got me ower
Tae the glorious Kingdom of Fife

Get me ower tae the Forth tae the Kingdom o Fife © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

A poem for all those past and present who built the bridges to get me "ower the Forth". And also a poem of wanting to do something in your life within lawful reason, no-matter how easy or difficult. "It's your lifetime to live".
Hoping that my children and theirs are inspired sometime in their life.

Once over the road bridge I made my way to North Queensferry. The clouds were low over the cantilever's of the rail bridge but the weather forecast was promising for the afternoon. At the war memorial I engaged myself into conversation with a gentleman who was happily whistling away. I asked him the route to the station and he pointed and said "that way, up cardiac hill, there is an handrail if you're struggling". I caught the 10.42am to Dalmeny and have now 'been over the Forth Bridge on a train!

Abbotshall Parish Church in Kirkcaldy was my next destination to once again try to get a photograph of a Memorial plaque. The reason being that there is a certain Kennedy that I believe to descend from who is named. Three times I had been unsuccessful in May as the church was locked. This time I had a stroke of luck as I arrived at the same time as a gentleman who had keys!

Andrew Duncan kindly allowed me to take a photo and even better sent to me his picture taken from his camera. Andrew was to also send a very nice complimentary e-mail.

"Hi Robbie,
Please, by all means, use the photo as you wish. I will be very proud to see it on your site.
I have already directed a couple of fitba’ daft friends to your site and Abbotshall’s minister, Rosie Frew (for the poetry).
Take care,

Andrew Duncan"

© Robbie Kennedy Bennett

Shell Bay was next to pitch my tent and a stroll to the shore before heading to Leven. Once by the shore the peacefulness struck me and then I was over powered by the feelings I had when walking the Fife Coastal Path back in 2007.

An afternoon of walking down at Leven and it was strange to see the towers not standing overlooking Bayview. Down on the front I got talking to a gentleman by the name of Bill Meddings from Rugeley who was here for the game and is a devoted home and away Wolves supporter.

© Robbie Kennedy Bennett

It was a good evening for a pre-season friendly and the lady on the Fifer's loudspeaker was amusing were her pronouncement of names. The crowd were laughing almost every time and she was aware. As the game was drawing to a close she announced a smashing good luck message to Wolverhampton Wanderers FC from East Fife FC for the new season.

I once wrote of a 'Friendly Fifer said Hello' and here was a friendly Fifer saying 'Cheerio!

Five a.m start in the morning for home for my uncle Eddy's funeral in early afternoon. "Get the ball out Robbie”, he used to say when seeing me. It surely was uncle Eddy!

He was a bit of an artist, maybe he made me see the colours of that rainbow just as I entered Bayview?

© Robbie Kennedy Bennett


Owen's of All Saints
Kicked a casey
(Name for an old fashioned ball)
In the playground
Against the school wall

The streets of All Saints
And Steelhouse Lane
Eagle Street
Whence the Owen's came

Owen's of All Saints
Played their sport
Punched and kicked it
Batted and caught

In their uniforms
And in their teams
Owen's held their own
It's in their genes

Owen's of All Saints
In forces for war's of this world
Looking smart in their uniform
Man and girl

And upon a pitch
There is a descendant of
An Owen of All Saints
Me, a poetic artist
What a picture it paints!

Owen's of All Saints © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

Ode related to poem; I Never Knew Him as Grandad ©
Benjamin Owen, played in goal for Merthyr Tydfil before the First World War.

My branch of Owen's from All Saints are known for having a sporting interest, representing the school of that name and been in forces and the Special Police during both the first and second world wars. One was a senior member of Popski's Private Army, a Special Force in the Middle East. An aunt was a Spotter attached to the guns whilst in the ATS.

My mother was born an Owen and was also in the ATS and suffered injuries in an accident whilst serving in Egypt and was transferred to Aldershot hospital where she met my dad.


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