Darts In The Wash House

My first bike was blue he painted it red
Police brought me home and sent me to bed
Stones on the track for a British Rail train
Fishing the boat shed in the cold pouring rain
Darts in the wash house round ours after tea
All the things I thought were always for me

A fresh lick of paint on a council front door
From the back of the van of the firm he worked for
Green hawthorn edges so pristine and neat
I still see them walking from work down the street
Darts in the wash house round ours after tea
All the things I thought were always for me

So paint me a picture to take there with me
For once in a while to evoke memories
I say to the lovers and the friends that I made
We still got the trainers and the records we played
Darts in the wash house round ours after tea
All the things I thought were always for me

About JB Barrington

The words & verse of JB Barrington; performance poet from Salford. Lovely stuff, touches heart strings and the odd raw nerve - Johnny Vegas Great poems; great delivery - Terry Christian A warm charm, a rapier wit and a real appreciation of words - Louder Than War
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