cobble stones and granite walls
and mining pits and big brass balls
and pounds for pints and black and whites
and people love their sir john hall’s
river sides make rivalries
and claims to fame for histories
and gi’ em to mackem and tic and tack em
and pass ’em doon to Geordie quays
Lambton worms/local stories
and socialists and cast oot tories
and northern runs in vests for fun
and viz mag with anomolies
A Geordie poet will read this…
will know my thoughts and understand
ye me marra, keep on the narra
For great is where ye roam the land!
* This was a piece dedicated to a north-eastern poet who I’m a fan of.
I think a few Geordies might find nostalgia or reference to it though.