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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2010 9:15:17 GMT 1
A wee poem written after hearing the bell chime for the first time in my lifetime at the remembrance service at 11am on 11/11/2010.
The Brigton Bell (for whom the bell tolls)
For many years it lay un-rung, Just gathering dust from where it hung, In the famous ‘umbrella’, in the clock tower on high, No one knew it was there as they walked on by.
Till money was found to refurbish the toll, And a ‘Bell’ it was found, in its wee hidey-hole, Why was it there, and for what was it used? No one could answer, there was no excuse.
No matter the reason, it has now been found, And its peals can be heard for miles around, No more excuses being late for work, The Bell, on the hour, is soundly struck.
Pollok has its country park, Its alright in daytime, but not in the dark, And Springburn; St Rollox, the trains and the rail, In the good old days’ timetables, they turned up without fail.
Govan had shipyards, the pride of the Clyde, The beauties they built, their names known worldwide, Are we East Enders jealous? Nah!, are we hell, Because we have what they don’t, “OUR OWN ‘BRIGTON’ BELL”.
Ronnie 12/11/2010
Copyright © 2010 Ronnie Hughes. All Rights Reserved
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