The Wolverhampton Wanderer - Poem by Della Perry
Where it is cold and damp
Where it is dark
Where smell is dank and old
Where the birds no longer sing
Below the knowing clouds
Where I dream of that place I once called home.
Where the faces are unfriendly
Where the atmosphere is thick
Where my senses itch with unease
Where there are echoes of unspoken words
Below the burning stars
Where I yearn for that place I once called home.
Where there is no air
Where there is no warmth
Where no family does exist
Where the sun refuses to ever shine
Below the raging skies
Where I return to that place I once called home.
For when life is hard
I know I can never leave it behind
That special home town of mine.
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