A Geordie Lad
by George Whitehead
A Geordie lad away from the land he was born
and thinking of all the good times he has had.
Oh yes in the fifties times were hard but never bad.
With a Father who was a miner, a job that never ever paid good.
But I always had good shoes on my feet and always had plenty of food.
Times were hard as I have already said
and for something better we were always wishing.
Some days for a treat my Father would take me fishing.
Off we would go from Marsden View
across the land of Whitburn mines,
making our way down to the beach,
as I think back those were the best times.
As I sit here and think back I get that feeling inside
that I must return before I die even if its just to see one more tide.