The Beat


Precariously positioned
on a wobbly table-top,
our record player
waited for the
next installment
in the tale
of 'Pop'
As small, black discs
released the sounds
that shook the world,
My sister tried to teach me
rock 'n' roll.
Then Buddy Holly died
and she would
cry herself to sleep;
but Elvis brought her back
with velvet tones.
Soon at The Cavern
embryonic superstars
began, a frantic journey
no-one could foresee,
but she was there
to tell the tale,
(and often does),
of how The Beatles,
in a humble cave,
were born as
she looked on.
And very soon,
an era, would be
gone.

By Kath Dodd