THOUGHTS ON NEWCASTLE

Merryweather where, the ships are out at sea,

You can count them every day, always one more there to see.

The summer sun beats down, on the people there around,

At the baths or on the beach, you’ll hear the seagulls sound…

The kites are there a flyin’; the breeze blows up the ridge,

As little boats are sallin’, beneath the Stockton bridge.

That big ole smokestack B H P, was on the harbor shore,

And as you sip your latté, you don’t see it any more…

Then when your at the ocean pool, I really think you should,

Try a Pluto pup, just like before they taste so good.

As you stroll down Hunter Street, why not go a Darby’s pie,

At tasty little morsel, the cheapest you can bye…

Now when you’re at the stadium, watchin’ Joey work the Knights,

He kicks conversions from the side, neath brightly shining lights.

And you can watch the A league Jets, kick that soccer ball,

Novocastrians, here and there, were all standing tall…

As I pass through Waratah, and drive by Jesmond high,

I wonder where the now time went, as it slowly slid on by.

Cause I am on the borderline, of Queensland, New South Wales,

I’ll trek again to Newcastle, and travel there by rail…

~ by nellibell49 on April 9, 2008.