poem by: Frank Byrne/Hornby..
Written on Oct 18, 2017

"As I sat by the Liverpool museum, overlooking our Great River,
the cold December chill made my old bones shiver.
I sat there quietly recalling, my time as a young kid,
way back in the 60's of the things that I once did,
me, and my best mate, would come to the Pier Head,
it was a bus ride from my home in Kirkby, the place would be dead.
Our mission was to catch pigeons...the pure racers, not the Scraggs,
we caught them so easily, and stuffed them into our duffle bags.
With so much to do, Sunday's always were fun,
and we both loved hearing the loud bang, of the One O'clock gun.
We'd "bunk," onto the ferry, in the distance was Camell Lairds,
then back across The Mersey, watched over by our two Liver Birds.
We always had a laugh, playing down by the Dock,
then we'd agree that it was time to go home, after a glance at the big Royal Liver Clock.
On the bus back up the East Lanc's, on the 44d, 
then jump off at Moorgate Road, my best mate, and me.
In our lofts, we'd share out the pigeons, our catch of the day,
eventually out would come the football, until dark we would all play.
It was cool being teenagers, with no troubles, or strife,
looking back at it all was the best time of our life!"


Tags: Wishful, Hope, Humor, Love, Happy,

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Cecilia Crasto commented on Oct 18, 2017 at 9:51pm
What an interesting life you've had Frank, not to mention the wonderful memories that you now share with us, and what exactly did you do with the pigeons, haven't tried them myself but, I've heard that they are quite delicious!! Love the poem.
Frank byrne/Hornby.. commented on Oct 19, 2017 at 7:52am
Aaaaargh!.....I couldn't EAT! my precious pigeons!......they were my life. and also football when I was that age........girls came a little bit later...hahaha.....I loved that time of my life back then ...I was free as a bird...just like my pigeons........I ended up giving them all..including the loft to a young lad..(when I got married to my lovely Mary)......have a lovely day Cecilia......
ann parks commented on Oct 19, 2017 at 11:10am
Fantastic images Frank......reminds me of "Penny Lane"
Frank byrne/Hornby.. commented on Oct 19, 2017 at 12:49pm
Thanks Ann..I used to live not too far from Penny Lane...and often drive up, and down that area...before I retired...."it's in my ears, and in my eyes."...
Christopher Russon commented on Oct 20, 2017 at 8:09am
Love this poem frank .reminds me of my day.but I was into goldfish I remember my Favourite wife likes dolphins but I can't get one in the tank.ha ha Excuse my humour.
Frank byrne/Hornby.. commented on Oct 20, 2017 at 2:26pm
Thanks Chris.....hahaha....I'd love a dolphin as a pet....I remember getting a goldfish off the "rag'n' bone man every time he came round our street...I had loads in a little goldfish bowl......and couldn't understand why they kept dying....Popeye...great name for a goldfish......thanks again mate..


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