Back Streets Of Belfast : Childrens Poetry

Without a word of a lie you can’t deny there’s something there.
Behind the walls on the peaceline Belfast has a kind of flair .
Schoolbag goalposts left lying down beside the burnt bonfire stack .
After all where does the ball go if there are no nets to wreck .
Looking for the Lagan flow when its an icy rink to skate.
Its like missing the leaves on trees and kissing on a blind date .
Around the corner near to where Shaftsbury Squares bathed in light.
Searching for a heart to maybe walk home on a Friday night .
Up the entry with no direction of which way you should go.
Its like running round in circles with a skipping rope you know .
There are no short cuts or Cul De Sacs about Belfast City .
There are just back streets where the talk always pretty witty .
Where there is no end to the freeway in a Black Taxi Cab
You’ll find Belfast has a soul and its secrets you’ll maybe grab.

By Paul McCann