Liverpool

Each building stands defiantly
Denying its’ slave-trading past
Each whaling wharf an echo 
Of an epoch that has passed

Each street upon her steepest banks
Looks down towards the river
That cataract of life and health
That Global Treasure-Giver

This lifeblood of an ancient city
Is scattered on her people 
From Everton to Formby Sands 
From Anfield’s Kop to Steeple

This cosmopole of life and language
A north-west English muddle
The birthplace of a culture change
This vibrant Liverpuddle

A haemorrhage of song and rhyme
Pours out from every alley
From Merseybeat originates
Each soulful Scouser’s rally

This laughter-filled 
Renouncing cry
Seems somehow idiotic
This juxtapose of witty song
Is socio-patriotic 

But this town built the mighty ships
That put the Great in Britain
That sailed across this sapphire sphere
And wrote books never written

From a natural tidal inlet 
Was the Old Dock erstwhile based
The ancient “Pool” that gave its name
To Liver’s resting place 

Today the cormorants stand high
Atop the white stone dome
With wings outstretched did these birds bless
Their native naval home

P J Deakin 2016 ©

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