Birkenhead Poems - Poems about Birkenhead

...Memory still walks along the river on a summer's evening when a soft wind lingers over the mangroves and lifts the smell of mud rimmed along the river's edge into the warm air. I imagine......

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...Born in 1915 at Birkenhead by the Port River Inlet A son of Port Adelaide as one of the best youd get In the days before bridges he would row Across the river to training and games hed go He ......

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...The cigarette Smoking When I lived in Britain that place where refugees in Calais try to hide in a lorry for the crossing to the promised land. And haven where pubs are full and pints of lager is......

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...Let me tell you a little story, of a boy called Ned He was they say from a far away place called, Birkenhead He had some good friends called: Fred, Red and also Ted And they were so poo......

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