A poem: Liverpool, the city that sleeps
36 years after he wrote this poem in 1984, Douglas Bethel asked us to share it again. Douglas lives in Liverpool 8 and will be celebrating his 90th birthday this year.
Written by Douglas Brethel from Liverpool, Merseyside
Liverpool, the city that sleeps
Will awake in the morning, and swill its streets
The city that people thought was dead
Will open its eyes and lift its head
The Liver Bird will find it's mate
And lay golden eggs upon your plate
The 1 o'clock gun will boom out again
And frighten the pigeons searching grain
The tugs on the Mersey will whistle a tune
Telling Liverpool people it's the end of the gloom
Prosperity and happiness for everyone
Liverpool is alive and there's work to be done
Liverpool the city i know
Is the best in the world - i'm telling you so
I've travelled the world two or three times
But Liverpool's humour and laughter I never did find
They are a breed of their own, as you will agree
With fish and chips for dinner, and scouse for tea
There are people I know that came for the day
Fell in love with Liverpool, and decided to stay
