Tuesday, 23 May 2017

My adopted city

The people of my adopted city are made of sterner stuff
There is coal within their bones
I think it got there during years of outdoor PE in the rain
That sort of stuff makes you tough

You can laugh at southerners in coats on nights out in January; you’re made of sterner stuff.

The people of my adopted city have tea within their veins.
‘Would you like a brew?’ passes for ‘how are you?’
And its rude to say, no you don’t like hot drinks…

And there’s little that can’t be fixed with a cup of tea and a listening ear.

The people of my adopted city know there is muscle in unity.
Whether you’re United or City; humanist or theist,
If you live on its streets you are family, you are welcome.

You are already in community.

My adopted city of coal, tea and unity
Took a hit yesterday to our most vulnerable spot
It would be easy to retreat to our trenches and forget our coal, tea and unity...

Thankfully Mancunians are made of sterner stuff.

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