The Bar On The Great North Road Poem by Nick Moran

The Bar On The Great North Road



When the season brings the snow
We walk to the bar on the great north road
Friday night traffic barging out of town
Shouts the week and the factory down
To the bar we make our way
Irish bones on London clay

We close our eyes when the band plays
our bones turn to feathers so we can fly away
This is our home but our hearts still stray
Back to the wild Atlantic way

When the season brings the sun
We head to the bar from the working drum
As we get near we hear the sweetest song
With the wise words we sing along
To the Isle, to the isle we must go
And leave the bar on the great north road

When the season brings the rain
Cars so fast that they make waves
you saved so long to buy that red dress
I will shelter you all the way
We stayed at the bar all night long
We stayed until the storm had gone
In the morning our ferry sails
We travel light, just memories and tales
We are of our time and good times flowed
At the bar on the great North Road

Sunday, August 8, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: London,london ,Ireland
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 27 November 2021

An interesting piece nicely put together. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.....

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