Have you ever been to the Avenue?
High on a hill with a wonderful view
Above a chapel, so serene
A place I loved ..
When in my teens.
Daytime cries of mugs, my own
‘That’s my bogie! Leave it alone!
Do you want a sweet? Do you want a spin?’
‘No! I’ll see you tonight! I gotta go in.’
Red brick gleaming in a dying sun
Casting shadows as the day is done
Subtle shades of gold and green
Along the row
They can be seen.
Night-time children out in the street
Swing on a lamp-post, kicking up their feet
Laughing at mothers trying to get them in
With high-pitched cries of
‘Where have you been?’
Upstairs lights start flickering on
With shouts of, ‘Get to bed!
It won’t be long till your Da’s home!’
Well that was it! ’nuff said.
Each brick could tell a story
Of the families, who passed through
Who lived and loved and died there