Leslie Wilson Poet Political Verse

Fireguards On the Windies

FIREGUARDS ON THE WINDIES


Growing up in Belfast, through the troubled ravaged years
Some days where filled with laughter, others steeped in tears
A normal decent childhood, where my life seemed complete
Though we had fireguards on the windies and soldiers in the street

Bombed out shops and barricades, were a normal sight to see
An alternative children’s playground, an exciting place to be
There was no health and safety, no risk assessments then
Just the local council workers and the vigilante men 

We played pretendy riots and had shields made out of tin
Clauded stones for ages, though no one seemed to win
The parks were closed on Sunday, so we couldn’t go and play
A bylaw, from a bye gone age, to protect the sabbeth day

We collected army badges, and we’d sometimes hold their guns
Playing on the scout cars, mother gave them tea and buns
A normal Belfast childhood, where life seemed so complete
Though we had fireguards on the windies and soldiers in the street

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