Poem of the Moment
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Tannadice
Its a long ride down memory lane,
To the place where i was born.
Deep down in a valley,
Where the river esk roams.
It seems a long time since i been their,
Swam in the clear crystal dawn.
And a day doesn't pass with my memories,
And my brain go homeward bound.
Let me sing you along the long road,
Down the winding country side paths.
Where the trees are green and the fields are gold,
And the burn is on fire at night.
See the hills towering all around,
Guardians preserving my thoughts.
Where my family sleeps, and my heart weeps.
To be see the faded road signs.
I lived in a castle with only 6 rooms,
Where i stared out the window all day,
I listened to the sounds of the night,
The owls outside my bedroom.
And the cries of the dawn,
The birds were my every delight.
The church yard, school and post office,
Were all this place could own.
But to me it was all mine while i was a kid,
And the river my brother and guide.
I walked end to end along the banks,
With dogs in tow and my future ahead.
I sang out my hear aches and wishes their,
As the flowers budded, bloomed and fled.
From the hills tops around i looked down and saw,
My sweet childhood.
But as i grew and the years all died,
I realised the good times would end.
The days when a stick made you a knight,
A solider, wizard or just not right.
The days where summer lasted a year,
And boredom a single night.
I remember times when things were bad,
When tears were not the half.
But the good always outweighed the bad,
And the rain made everything all right.
These days are gone,
Memories in the wind.
But the sweet sounds of Tannadice,
Still bring them to mind.
I don't have many pictures,
But i still know how it looks,
I close my eyes and there it is.
Stretched out infront of me,
In shades of red and gold.
As the moonlight kills the sun,
Or in blazing green and blue.
Down by the rivers edge.
The nights where the river burns,
And the hills are golden patchwork.
Let me end this song on a tear,
To say goodbye, farewell.
To the place that brought me up,
And cast on me a spell.
I will always dream of it,
When things bring me down.
The sounds of sweet old Tannadice,
My one and only town
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