Derry Poem

This place is me, one and the same, collecting bonfire wood, set our hearts a flame, growing up tough, rough with the war still on, living a long life quickly, before our childhoods gone, although it wasn't at all bad, some may think it bonkers, but the girls had the playsets, while the boys played conkers, those are chestnuts to you, whacking them was good craic, glad I have these memories, oh how they take you back, as if it was yesterday, I do so hold them dear, if I could be from any place, I'm glad it was here.