Where It All Began
Revisiting childhood memories
Going back…right back to where it all started
I’m a writer now
They enjoyed my stories then
My first venture into the education system
Northenden, South Manchester
Now I’m back again after all these years
Or is it a moment?
Difficult to be sure…can we ever be sure?
The performance and an audience anticipates
They arriving fashionably early to talk with the troubadour
Asking of his inspirations and motivations
They always like to know these things…
After the show I go
Walking the streets my former self once trod
That’s not right is it…former self?
I’m still me
Same brain…more or less at least
I think therefore I write
Looking at the education establishment
Otherwise known as my first school
Fine Victorian architecture I can now appreciate
How do I feel?
Sad for a long lost childhood?
Hardly…it’s alive in me
It’s being a writer you see
Imagination needs to be nurtured
Like a child or an adult
Use it or lose it
That old cliché holding true
Northenden my home for five years
Has it changed? I’m not sure
Memory plays tricks on us when it feels like it
I like this place. Did I always?
Not in the sense I would wish to reside there now
All the same, it helped make me who I am