From The South I Rose Poem by Shirley Harrison

From the south I rose

I rose safe and sound

London is my home

I'm a Londoner and proud



bedsits verse the penthouse

same street address

whilst the tramp sleeps

in his cardboard home

down below

no such luxuries no home abode



a million miles apart

vagabonds, a clown a yuppie

neighbors with no common ground

yet respect always found



taxi's come taxi's go

the rain and streetlights all aglow

graffiti art, train lines loud

posh rooftop bars

and in the gutter, drunks drown



pubs and karaoke

music and beer

live football in some

as hooligans cheer



from the south I rose

I rose safe and sound

London is my home

I'm a Londoner and damn proud.