Hebburn is a place on earth,
a sit-com
in my place of birth,
Where once I meandered
the building locales
to loot wood
for blaze night,
The breeze blew icy
in any case, we felt cool,
At the point when ships were propelled
they shut the schools.
With winters sharp
in any case, recollections sweet,
Like Franchi's fish shop
down the road,
The stream thundered
also, production lines clanked
While in the teeth
of hurricanes we sang:
"The Quay school
is a decent school,
made of blocks and mortar,
The main thing
that crown jewels the school
is the baldy-paid attention to ace!"
I cherished the delicate murmur
of the little gas fire,
The delicate fly of start
what's more, blue flares,
The white pasty fireclay
filigree strands shining red and
brilliant as sleeps,
Till designs twirled
warm and perpetual as dreams.
Presently youth dreams
enable us to put
furthermore, settle our hearts
in time and space,
More steel and stone and fire
than plastic,
Hawthorn Leslie's, Bitumastic,
Reyrolle's floodlights consuming splendid,
processing plants stirring
day and night,
Furthermore, TV programs can't obliterate
the recollections
of young ladies and young men,
Of mams and fathers
furthermore, fairs and toys,
Of playing out
furthermore, clarts and commotion.
Forever resembles
a flying creature that flew -
A fact that Bede and Cuthbert knew -
The waterway's melody played some time before,
furthermore, still will sing
when we're no more.
Everlasting dreams, creative energy,
our stolen pasts an interest,
Holy people and researchers,
Vikings striking,
An immortal spell
that keeps tight
of all who remained
what's more, we who meandered...
We won't overlook
this was home.