Perivale Poem

Born in Perivale

Not far from Percy Bilton Bridge

I first learned to read and write and pray at St John Fishers

In the street I scored my first goals

I strived to be a Wiseman in Greenford senior school

Sadly this was where I also had to say goodbye to my brother.

The Perivale train I rode to work day after day

So many people in the same race the pace was too fast the cost too high

So one day I stopped taking that same train and left that race

Now I am home, not far from Flynns And The Fox

Discarded beer cans lying blinking in the rain

Many mini-markets selling food from far places

CCTV cameras and speedbumps like fallen soldiers

Thousands of tweets, ,likes n txts

A Celtic son still close to his Fairfields of home.

D M G