Douglas McClarty

Rookie - 79 Points (Northern Ireland)

The Overton - Poem by Douglas McClarty

From the bridge I see my mother wave
As the Overton slips through the gentle surf
For Liverpool she is bound
From Coleraine harbour my Dad and me
On my first adventure across the sea.

At six years old I smell the sea
And watch the seagulls call to me.
On this rusting tub me dad and me
Are sailing across the Irish Sea.

Birkenhead I remember well
As we approach her docks on a morning swell
I see a foreign land with ship galore
As me dad and me step ashore.

The captain gave me a shilling to spend
Twelve penny's to buy something grand
Me Dad took me to some market stalls
And way my pennies I bought me mum a shawl

When we Sailed for home on the next new tide
I remember the fear as mountain high waves
Came splashing and foaming over the side.
At the barmouth she calmed and let us sail through

And soon we where heading to the opening bridge
On the Overton deck, me dad and me
We seen my mum waving way glee
My journey had ended where it begun
I was glad to be home way me dad and my mum.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

When I was six years old my father took me on a trip to Liverpool. He was the cook on board the Overton, a rusting old coaster that made almost daily trips between Birkenhead and Coleraine in the 1950s

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, November 19, 2013


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