The Blood Of Liverpool


Each day we await sunrise, sunset,

Only to realise when we are told, not knowing when our immortal soul shall merge,

Only then can we see that we run through the veins of the city itself,

Itís blood, as one.The connection being our soil itself, the ground we have built on,

The port is the arm shaking with others as they meet, the music sounds out for all to hear,

The two birds, guardians of the land, keeping an eye on the for ever changing tides,

But the heart of the city fluidly moves round, the people from near or far are one,

The blood.

By Emily Mount age 13