Poetic Writing of ROBBIE KENNEDY BENNETT © www.rkbpoetry.co.uk Born in Wolverhampton of English and Scottish parentage. I grew up on the Rough Hills Estate area of the town and my BENNET Scottish ancestral roots are in the Kingdom of Fife, Dundee and Angus (JOHN BENNET & JANET SMITH m 1834) and could be Perthshire. I have now found possible links to Arbroath and Montrose (1700's). KENNEDY roots are Kirkcaldy, Fife and along that coastline that overlooks the Firth of Forth to Edinburgh. Wolverhampton family names are OWEN, WILLIAMS and ROWLEY. I now reside in Codsall, Staffordshire. Drawings, pictures and writing are copyright of myself being the author ROBBIE KENNEDY BENNETT. A Wulfrunian Way to the Kingdom of Fife, the Wolverhampton Marathon in the 1980's to the Fife Coastal Path over 20 years later. From the classroom to the factory floor but never too far away from a football field. The feeling of running past the road I was raised in on the Wolverhampton Marathon, experiencing seeing the sunrise over the Firth of Forth in Fife and walking over the Tay Bridge and into Dundee at 3pm (birthplace of Gt & Gt Gt Grandparents mid 1800's) after setting off from an ancestral home of St Andrews at dawn (birthplace of Gt Grandmother and lineage to 1600's). A man of thought but sometimes thoughtless. A man who just wants to remember where he has been and who he has shared his life with. If it’s you, thank you for visiting. POETIC WRITING OF ROBBIE KENNEDY BENNETT © www.rkbpoetry.co.uk

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Awa' th' Rough Hills an' Awa';
I consider my poetic writing to be short story odes amongst a bigger picture of life. It is not chapter to chapter writing but story and reason to the rhyme.

Childhood memories of the area that had an input into my growing-up years leading into youthful days, courtship, married life and parenthood.

This book will take the reader on a poetic journey to the days when the fields near to the Monkey House and Rough Hills Tavern had youngsters playing and the pubs were a hub of activity.

All in the life of boy to man, who was raised on the Rough Hills Estate of Wolverhampton. In recent years my writing has reached my ancestral Scotland with becoming a featured poet.

Wulfrunian Footprints in Fife;
My poetic ancestral journey from my Wulfrunian upbringing to The Kingdom of Fife in Scotland.

Inspired by the land of my late dad, a Fifer who met my mother in Aldershot Military Hospital in the late1940's, married and settled in Wolverhampton. Fife was to become part of my life, walking the Fife Coastal Path and climbing the Lomond Hills, whilst searching my Scottish family roots.

From the inland villages of Collesie and Ladybank, to coastal towns of Kirkcaldy and St Andrews then over the Tay to Dundee, another ancestral home. Being where my dad and his forefathers may have worked and lived gave a great inspiration to the writing of this book. All this and more in picture, story and ode by this man of thought and sometimes thoughtless Wulfrunian.

'Ode' Gold Wolves;
An illustrated collection of my poems related to Wolverhampton Wanderers Football Club, well known as Wolves. Having been born in Wolverhampton of English and Scottish parentage, I grew up to have Wolves at heart. Within a week of my arrival on this earth in 1954, Wolves were crowned First Division Champions. I was raised on the Rough Hills Estate area of Wolverhampton and could hear the roar of the Molineux crowd whenever a goal was scored. It never ceases to amaze me as to where next I shall find a supporter of Wolves.

Kicking around Codsall;
My descriptive poetic writing from our time as a family living in Codsall, Staffordshire, north west of Wolverhampton since 1986. There has been endless dog walks and training runs for me over the fields and down lanes that surround what we call the village. I soon felt part of the community of Codsall due to actively taking part in the games of football on the village hall playing field. Having being a writer of poems and odes for over a quarter of a century, it was time to see if I had enough work to produce a book with a Codsall theme. People, places, sunrises and life events are a few reasons as to why my verses are created.

On a Wolverhampton Journey;
Memories in description, picture and ode of growing up and living in Wolverhampton. Many of the roads I have run in my days of training for the marathon and travelled on to my places of employment. My growing up and then youthful courting years to marriage, parenthood and home loving. An active sporting man who turned out to be a very thoughtful person by writing many story poems which the Black Country Bugle were first to print. On a Wolverhampton Journey is a local poetic insight into my travel through the stages of my life to the present day. The decision to go ahead with this book was because of Awa' th' Rough Hills an' Away. This being my first book appears to be of local interest. From there my 'Wulfrunian Footprints in Fife' was featured in a Scottish newspaper. 'Ode' Gold Wolves', our local football club where former times and players are remembered. 'Kicking around Codsall' was my contribution to the village where I now live. I have often said that I was not a great scholar in the classroom, therefore to get close to having work published in my name was a fantastic feeling. I have always had an imaginative mind and can easily drift away into thought. People, places and memories inspired this wanderer to write more work to publish this book of Wolverhampton, my hometown.

Back an' Forth tae Fife;
My second book about my poetic ancestral journey from my Wulfrunian upbringing to the Kingdom of Fife in Scotland.

Drawn down the path of my dad and our bloodline to villages such as Collessie and Ladybank and to the coastal towns of Kirkcaldy and St Andrews. This is a continuous story that developed after the passing of my late dad. Delving into my roots brought a fascination of life and events in their time that I creatively write about. 'Wulfrunian Footprints in Fife' set the ball rolling and continues with this book 'Back an' Forth tae Fife.'

In 2014 came 25 years of writing in which over a decade of that had included a Scottish theme. This being as I was influenced greatly by this historic county of Scotland. The characteristic of the coast and landscape brought inspiration to many of the writings. As I have grown older my appreciation of Fife is a proud ancestral inheritance.

The odes within are heartfelt and warming that will take you back to a past that included my Fife ancestors. My imaginative mind created poems of the time of my forefathers in the land of theirs that they lived. New generations have now made this journey back to their roots ensuring that our Fife connection will continue in mind and spirit.

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The Old Scottish Stone was written after ancestral feelings in St Andrews, Fife, Scotland.

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Pages of time in rhyme from someone with a BLACK COUNTRY and SCOTTISH ancestral background. The common decency of the honest working men that I have toiled alongside and my good family values are all I need to help put my thoughts into words.


There came a time in my life when I looked back as well as forward. Because of my parents I have always thought of myself as being half-Scottish. I was schooled and raised in the town I was born in and played football on most of the football pitches in the area. I also trained myself to be marathon fit by running many miles on roads where generations of my family have travelled and passing by factories that they have worked in. I was a very active young lad and the Royal Hospital, now redundant, was often having me as a patient. As kids my friends and I were finding out who we were when cutting our teeth in the streets and on the local playing fields around the Rough Hills. 'I'm English but I'm also half-Scottish' I would proudly say, 'my dad is from Scotland.' In later years not only did I want to know more about my roots, I wished that I could turn back the sporting clock.

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See page LADYBANK VIOLET to view the story poem of how I would have done things differently.

See also pictures of Ladybank and poem of Ladybank Tavern on page LADYBANK VIOLET.

My poem THE KINGDOM OF FIFE was in the Fife Leader newspaper and my first to be printed in Scotland. They sent me a copy and I experienced a strange feeling when reading it. I had told them that I wanted to send the poem home, and there it was, in many a household in Fife.

So, I know what my home town is and I have feelings for Scotland, but who am I?

My parents had met during National Service and settled in my mothers home town of Wolverhampton. It was here in 1984 that I ran my first marathon. Although proud of my midland roots and up bringing, I have always felt that there is more to me.

Mar 06, 2008 You're a true Scot!
Robbie, not only have you described some of the delights of St Andrews (one of my favourite places in the whole world) - but the Scottish blood in you runs deep. You may live in England; and for all I know you may have an English accent, but your love for Scotland and for Fife really shine through. There's no doubt you are a Scot at heart.

Our family holidays were often spent in Gt Yarmouth. I recently found out that this part of the British coast was the winter fishing water of the Fishermen from Fife. As a young lad my favourite flag on my sand castle was the red rampant lion on a yellow background. That feeling never changed, and many years later I find myself returning to Fife as often as I can, too late to take my dad with me.

IN MY BLOOD www.scotlands-enchanting-kingdom.com/in-my-blood.html

I once read that Scots bloodlines have a marked tendency to uphold and cherish their roots. I find that I can associate myself in that category and it reflects in my writing.

The 19th century Edinburgh novelist and poet Robert Louis Stevenson understood the psychology of man and his mental make-up. He said that he cherished the memory of his forebears, good or bad. And there burns alive in him a sense of identity.

Sense of identity for me came a few years ago when I was alone on the coast of St Andrews well after mid-night. I was there for work re-lated business and my family was back at home. Alone, yes but a right to be here and to feel as if it is a part of me. Afer all, my Dad was from Ladybank, not too far away. I can recall him mentioning Cupar and Auchtermuchty. Some town and village names of Fife often struck a cord when heard. On the coast of St Andrews that night, inner feelings of belonging, guilt and confusion surfaced. My poem THE OLD SCOTTISH STONE encouraged me even more so not to ever let go.

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Part extract of THE OLD SCOTTISH STONE (Auld Scottish Staine)©

St Andrews a town that's so proud
A voice in the wind that speaks loud,
‘‘The blood in that man is still strong
To remember your roots is not wrong’’.
The clouds may get heavy the stones may be grey,
The sea tells St Andrews
‘‘He won't wash away’’.

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View poems on page FIFE COASTAL PATH.

My love for Scotland is apparent in my writing but I never lose sight of my Wulfrunian up-bringing. I am proud to be connected with family names that are scattered all around.
The city of Wolverhampton has a documented history that goes back to 985AD. It was then that King Aethelred granted land known as Heantune to Lady Wulfruna.
My poem, A WULFRUNIAN WAY, is about family and the history of Wolverhampton.

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A Wulfrunian Way ©

I descend from a working class background;
I grew up in a town of my mothers’ line.
I live everyday a Wulfrunian way,
And there is nothing that I want that is not mine...

Also on the page A WULFRUNIAN WAY is a painting with kind permission of the artist Leslie Broadfield of Wolverhampton.

Three days before Christmas 2008 I met my brothers in Wolverhampton for a festive drink. At the end of the evening I awaited for the bus to Codsall opposite St Peters gardens. The church was a picture with the roof shining and the festive lights. My mind was taken back to All Saints School in 1963.

When we played away games on Saturday mornings we met at St Peters gardens Wolverhampton, by the monument of the sailors head. Douglas Morris Harris, The Heroic Wireless Operator, who continued to record notes as his ship was sinking after being torpedoed on May 15th 1917 in the Adriatic Sea.

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The art gallery was also visible with the lights and once again I was admiring the architectural work of by-gone times. Further down the road I have a childhood memory of standing with my mother awaiting to see the Queen visiting Wolverhampton, the town of the famous Wanderers.

A wanderer with a Scottish heart,
A man divided in two.

I believe that it would be wrong to forget my other ancestral side. Having lost my dad in 1986 when he was aged 59, I think that it is important that his grandchildren should not forget their Scottish ancestry background. Returning to the land where generations of my family have lived and toiled is inspirational. I can instantly see the St Andrews Saltire flag flying, or even stickers on cars and lorries on the motorway, it draws my attention from far away.

My football interest appears to have came from my Mother's side, her real Father having played in goal for Merthyr Tydfil.
On her side is also Rowley, a name of football recognition.
As a young lad I attended and played for the school football team, like family before me. This was before the day of mini-soccer when teams played 11 v 11. It was my first introduction to organised football and I had to learn the rules very quickly. I was a player from the year below and played on the right wing. I can recall everyone calling BENNETT YOU'RE OFFSIDE. The next day in school the headmaster would take me aside and again explain the offside rule.


A Wanderer with a Scottish heart, and I know where my inspiration comes from, and it is not all from my Scottish side.

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My Heart and Soul ©

My heart and soul is my mom
She gives me the will to always carry on,
My mom to me is my strength
Troubles I learn should be kept at arms length...

In thought I cross the family divide, is a line from my poem SOJOURN IN ST ANDREWS. It is about the realisation of having a past somewhere away from my place of birth. Guilty feelings surfaced but I felt a belonging and an ancestral right to be there.

My Mom has always been supportive of my brothers and I connecting with our Scottish side if we wish to. She loves Scotland herself and in April 2008 she was with me for her first visit to Ladybank, my Dad's village in Fife.

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Other poems about individual people can be found on page FLIGHTY GUY.
They need not to have been famous and they can even be fictitious.
This page is where folk from all walks of life combine.

My writing helps me to keep people, places and moments alive. In my words is a haven of feelings, some have been bottled for many years and is maturing with time.

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Her Little Lips ©

Her little lips were like pencil lines on a picture,
Her little fingers were too small to be real,
I was encouraged to touch them and feel...

Her Little Lips is about me as a young man and first seeing my new born baby daughter. Responsibility and love rolled into one feeling.

Friday 25th July 2008

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For over twenty years my family and I have lived in the Staffordshire village of Codsall, 5 miles outside of Wolverhampton towards the Shropshire border.

The pictures on display with my poems around Codsall and Oaken are not too bad for someone who was only walking the dog.
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On some of the pages there is more than one poem and not listed on the left-hand menu. The link to new additions can be found on page LATEST NEWS.


I SUPPOSE IT WAS HUGHIE McILMOYLE, background of poem displayed on the website WOLVES HEROES, a 'must visit' for Wolves supporters and the old gold players who have graced the Molineux turf.

Football Poets.

Poetry, Songs and Writers of Scotland.

For anyone interested in Fife, I highly recommend the website www.scotlands-enchanting-kingdom.com
Please take time to visit, you will not be disappointed.

Many thanks to SCOTLAND'S ENCHANTING KINGDOM inviting me to display my work and for their feature page.

See the complete page with further poetic reading at www.scotlands-enchanting-kingdom.com/in-my-blood.html

Thank you to Jillian Donnachie of Smart Community Fife for displaying my name and website on history pages of Ladybank and Collessie when in production.

Collessie,my Springtime walkabout poem, wanted in Collessie, she'll be at home there;


Also to the Black Country Bugle over the years for displaying my writing. Whenever possible I like to promote this popular nostalgic newspaper, as it was my ambition in the early 1990's to get a poem printed in the Bugle, 'The Voice Of The Black Country'.



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