St Johns Newington

Such a beautiful building Airy and spacy and light Just off Hesse Road, a place, For that occasion, just right. One of the trawlermens’ churches A community now scattered and gone But thanks to these old photos It's memory will live on and on. Just a visitor from the Social For years I wandered each street Learning compassion and humilty From many I happened to meet. That spirit of survival That spirit of making do That spirit of optimism A spirit of just pulling through. I think I know some of the faces But then again I don't really know Memory can play many tricks And it was so many years ago. They smashed down those streets But what was so much worse They rehoused in new estates so that The Community was almost dispersed Deep Sea Fishing died in Hull And with it many other jobs gone. It's been a long slow process but Maybe our City has finally moved on. One hundred old photos displayed To remind us of just what we've lost I know in time all things progress But sometimes at a terrible cost. Old Hessle Road now just a shadow Of the place it used to be When it housed those who Dragged their livings from the sea. I left that beautiful building feeling Full of hope rather than despair. Although most things have changed That community, in spirit, was still there. ,