I was born in Manchester England, which I left almost 60 years ago as an 18 year old. sometimes, even now, I thinl of those times in my youth, I have never been back. I have not posted for a while, but I have a few more poems to post.
by Bob Moore © 2019 <<<<<>>>>> Oh England bloody England, a land 0f Poms and rain Oh I wish that I could be, back in my England once again To see my friends and family, and the neighbours I knew well go rambling o’er the Pennines, walk the moorland, and the fell Oh England bloody England, though many things have changed since the day I left you far behind, all those years we’ve been estranged I think I would still know you, and be happy once again to see the English countryside, and walk down an English Lane To see the house where I grew up, see my old school again remember things, both good and bad, the happiness and pain to ride our bikes in Manchester’s rain, like days of long ago play football on the old red rec, with friends I used to know Oh England bloody England, I never will forget the good times all those years ago, with family, friends, and yet My life has been a happy one, in this land across the sea and I know I never will regret, what my parents did for me. <<<<<>>>>>
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