The Pigeon Man - Poem by Bill Mitton
'That pigeon lofts his only love
his daughter often said
If it wasn’t for those bloody birds
He might as well be dead!
Just sits up there and talks to them
And they’ve all got names.
Mabel, George, and dozens more
E’ says none of them’s the same.
He’s often up there all day long
Bad weather, he doesn’t care.
Cleaning out or feeding them
Or just sitting in that chair.
He’s known for it is our dad
Famous in a way
Aye up! Here comes yon pigeon man
You’ll often here folks say
You can ask him any question
Any one you like
As long as it’s about them birds
He’ll get the bugger right
And if a bird gets poorly
He’ll worry and he’ll fret
He’s had me out all hour of night
To fetch him to the Vet
There’s one up there a dappled hen
She’s special so he says
A ruddy pigeon she might be
But she’s got your mothers ways
Our mother used to humour him
Until she passed away
Said’ she’d rather have him doing that
Than suppin’ Ale all day
They helped him when she died, them birds
When his heart was set to break
They seemed to understand his grief
And helped to ease the ache.
He’s entered them for shows an’ that
He’s won some prizes too
Some cups, a shield, a cut glass bowl
aye, …..and a bob or two.
He used to race them once as well
With some help from our Pat
But his favourite hen went missing
And he stopped it after that.
But now he seems contented
To sit at’ loft all day
To hear his pigeons cooing
And wile his hours away
His grandkids often go up there.
To pass the time of day
And he’s always got some time for them
To tell them tales and play
But his life is centred on them birds
Their the reason in his day
They seem to keep him fit and well
And hold his years at bay
But we know that dad will leave us
Aye, we know that by and by
God will call him to his house
To be with mum on high
And when he passes through those pearly gates
And say he’s come to stay
Ay up Lord, here’s yon pigeon man!
You’ll hear Saint Peter say.'
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