Ode To A Dead Theatre (Morecambe Winter Gardens Uk) Poem by George Bernard Hough

When a historic building is left to decay,
A theatre where once, famous names used to play.
Its stage steeped with memories of happier days,
Of concerts, comedians and actors in plays.
I wonder who leaves such a prize to its fate,
Who finally locks up and closes the gate.
No thoughts for the public who used to go there,
Or the new generation who really do care.
No chances for them to enjoy the fine shows
Which still do exist, as everyone knows.

The fine Winter Gardens on Morecambe`s sea front
is the building in question, and some people don`t
want to see it forgotten like some useless glove,
They tend it with patience and treat it with love.
For the friends of the gardens whose object is clear
want to bring back the glory of that yesteryear,
so the people of Morecambe and visitors too,
can find entertainment, its long overdue!
Morecambe`s in need of a jewel for its crown
Let a New Winter Gardens re-light up our town

Copyright B Hough 2009