HESSLE ROAD by David Osgerby

He had two tattoos. An anchor. And I love Mum.
He was from Hessle Road. And of that he was proud.
She was not well-educated, but she wasn’t dumb.
She wore rollers in her hair, and My God she was loud.
Hessle Road. And proud of it. as were most.
And the kids played red rover in the road.
For this was a community that didn’t boast.
Trawlermen. Bobbers. They had a code.
The Boulevard rang with their passionate voices.
On Saturday nights they let their hair down.
On Hessle Road, few were the choices,
but it was the beating heart of the town.
And the kids played red rover in the road.
The pubs? They were many, and always full.
The smell of fish hung in the air.
This was not a place you could ever call dull.
Wear a Rovers scarf? You wouldn’t dare.
Then the tide turned, and the trawlers were gone.
The heart of the place was just ripped out.
But Hessle Road? Well, it just carried on.
And always will. Let there be no doubt.
And the kids played red rover in the road.

David Osgerby
Copyright 2012

David says: “Hi there. One for Janice. A commission even!”

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