Changing places finally bursts my bubble
My childhood school has now turned to rubble
Memories where good in the 70's at Birchfield School
Learning to swim in the down stairs pool
Free milk during the morning break times
Mr Blackmore plays songs of rosemary and thyme
At Christmas the hall would fill for the pantomime play
The school has gone now but the memories never go away
But now on Facebook friends share memories old and new
Those childhood days so precious to us all in Liverpool
David Swinden© 20/10/2016
A little poem about my childhood days at Birchfield School
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 4:59 AM UTC
Changing places finally bursts my bubble
My childhood school has now turned to rubble
Memories where good in the 70's at Birchfield School
Learning to swim in the down stairs pool
Free milk during the morning break times
Mr Blackmore plays songs of rosemary and thyme
At Christmas the hall would fill for the pantomime play
The school has gone now but the memories never go away
But now on Facebook friends share memories old and new
Those childhood days so precious to us all in Liverpool
David Swinden© 20/10/2016
A little poem about my childhood days at Birchfield School
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