Bye, Bye, Liverpool......

poem by: Frank Hornby .
Written on Sep 12, 2017

"I Ike to close my eyes, go back in time,
and right now, I'm just seven years old,
playing out in Bunter road, with loads of new mates of mine.
I've not long moved to Southdene, Kirkby,
left forever my Auntie Marie's house in old Liffey street,
now I'm out with my football daft mates...with a football at my feet,
once again pretending I'm one of the Everton greats.
There's no more playing on the 'bombdies,' 
or climbing back entry walls, "belly floppin", 
now it's all green fields, fresh air....and long tall grass to drop in.
Gone are the streets of sticky tar bubbles, and uneven cobble stone,
my great City, MY Liverpool...sadly no longer my home.
A brand new life for my mum, and her then two young sons,
who now at last! has a place of her own, with all of its "Pro's, and Cons,"
An exciting future lies ahead for me to enjoy, and behold,
but right now I'm loving recalling....just being seven years old!"

 

Tags: Rhyme, Wishful, Love, Sad, Happy,

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Roxanne Dubarry commented on Sep 24, 2017 at 5:34am
You are a fantastic poet for only being seven years old.
Frank Hornby . commented on Sep 24, 2017 at 9:14am
Hahaha.....nice one Roxanne.....it's an age that I have fond memories of...and love recalling...I'm sure you have memories of being seven yrs old...I'd love to hear them in a poem.......
ann parks commented on Jul 20, 2018 at 6:05pm
I don't know Liverpool, but miss London where I grew up......I'm always saying to myself " I want to go home" - I actually say it - so can really relate to this. Thanks so much for your lovely comment about my "boy with his Collie" .....great poem as usual Frank. Cheers Ann
Frank Hornby . commented on Jul 21, 2018 at 9:23am
Thanks for reading, and adding a lovely comment Ann....I love your poetry.....👍🏻
Dinesh Chauhan commented on Jul 23, 2018 at 10:00am
wonderful expressions
Frank Hornby . commented on Jan 17, 2019 at 11:09am
Thank you Dinesh.....

 

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