Ode to Bentilee
by Barbara Jones
On top of Bentilee I stand
Surveying green and pleasant land
Humanity is heaving here
A lot of things that I hold dear.The old folk in the pension queue
Who smile and ask me "How are you?"
Where people chat and pass the time
For the shop to open dead on nine.The jumble sales, the late night shops
To get the things that you forgot
The Doctor's and the Volunteers
Whose work goes on throughout the year.
The councillors, the CAB
Those who help the likes of me
The chip van, and the garden club
The library, the centre hub.The playscheme, and the Willfield site
The disco on a Thursday night
The churches and the works they do
To make life easier for you.But most of all the people here
That all these workers serve
They're what make our Bentilee
The greatest place on Earth.
Copyright The Bentilean 1999
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