My Old Newcastle Poem by Paul Reed

My old Newcastle

Where once I was part of the throng

That criss-crossed., moved and laughed

Now something has gone wrong

You are empty;



My dear Newcastle

My little home from home

Where once I breathed and worked

Whose streets I used to roam

Now just paving stones;



Where once a crowd bustled

Where once street minstrels sang

Where the lads used to 'haway'

Whose ways we used to 'gan alang'

Now just a ghost town;



Poor Newcastle

All unloved and bare

The Tyne subdued and still

No exciting Town Moor fair

All gone away;



Lovely Newcastle

Whose history is mine

With love I reach out to you

Your arms in mine entwine

And remember the days.