The River Mersey

8 Nov

The River Mersey

Was my childhood River.

I would ferry on

Royal Daffodil

To visit places

Far afield

Like Birkenhead,

Or even farther

On the bigger ships

To Ireland for a holiday.

While seagulls

Whooped and swooped,

The wind would take

My breath away.

I’d stand on deck

to watch the foamy churn

And anxious Liver Birds

Awaiting my return.

liverpool landing

One Response to “The River Mersey”

  1. Alan Davis November 8, 2014 at 2:13 pm #

    The River Mersey poem has gone to Canada as I have sent it to Jean who has a lot of Liverpool friends over there Moy xx

    Sent from my iPad

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