In The Echoes Of Times Long Gone

In The Echoes Of Times Long Gone

By Paul McCann

Looking around Belfast City with thoughts

of the beauty that I had once found

Knowing well the secrets that kept hearts together

when the hard times came around .

It’s a grace that spreads the jam on dry bread

and makes linen white in every home.

It’s a sound of the flurry of feet on the street

where the flaxy people roam .

It’s the whistle of corner boys in the back streets

that serenade passers by

The gift of a wink and a nod that speaks

to you without ever asking why .

There’s a lot to be said for the future

In the echoes of the times long gone

Where the Lagan flows and the wind blows

and the city knows all that’s going on .