Merseyside - Remembering the 1930s

The double-decker tram
clattered down
to Pier Head, where I'd heard
that, on a good day,
there were ships
for a boy to watch.
Ships with strange names
and foreign-looking seamen
from distant lands.

There were ferries too,
to Wallasey,
to Birkenhead,
and trains rumbling overhead,
and seagulls,
seagulls circling
the Liverbirds.

By Michael Williams