BY:keiron higgins
This is a poem dedicated to my birthplace and current residence of 28 years. i have dropped some odd and interesting town facts in there too.
From Hull To Halifax
I was raised in a town
where memorial plaques are outside houses
Fridges left out on country walks
and a guillotine used as a historical exhibit
But i love my town.
Hometown of Big Daddy
the cat-eyes too
We had a hand in Mackintosh's
"From Hull to halifax the lord shall deliver you"
In the 30's
The serial killer "The Halifax slasher"
turned out to be a myth
and when the local football team plays
we hope to come out as first not fifth
Welcome to Halifax!
the town, not the bank
a place where folk can considered strange
but can be friendly when there's beer to be sank
So in this place
of un-used closed railways
and green moors far and wide
I do love my town called Halifax
it's an affection i cannot hide.
I was raised in a town
where memorial plaques are outside houses
Fridges left out on country walks
and a guillotine used as a historical exhibit
But i love my town.
Hometown of Big Daddy
the cat-eyes too
We had a hand in Mackintosh's
"From Hull to halifax the lord shall deliver you"
In the 30's
The serial killer "The Halifax slasher"
turned out to be a myth
and when the local football team plays
we hope to come out as first not fifth
Welcome to Halifax!
the town, not the bank
a place where folk can considered strange
but can be friendly when there's beer to be sank
So in this place
of un-used closed railways
and green moors far and wide
I do love my town called Halifax
it's an affection i cannot hide.
No comments:
Post a Comment