Notes About The Poem

Listen to poem:

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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Be the first to comment on this poem. Encourage this poet.

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace