I Think I Remember Gorton

I (think) I Remember Gorton by Bob Moore ©2019 I used to live in Gorton a cosy little nook in the shade of the Pennine Hills by Blackie’s babbling brook Jackson’s clay pit was where we made the bricks to build our home it was a playground for our children too so they would not need to roam The people were all friendly the children were all polite but we kept that to ourselves didn’t need the kind who fight We spread the word that we were tough so don’t you come around we don’t need bother causers bringing trouble to our town I left there many years ago and I hear the stories now of how Gorton is out of control and I wonder if, somehow, Are these still the same old stories we used to tell, to keep people away or is it true, that after all these years my Old Gorton has gone that way