Welcome to the first entry in our ‘poems about Newcastle‘ section. The following poem was sent to our Facebook page by James Bridgewood, who created it. It is a wonderful piece and he has sent a couple more that we will soon add to the website. James has an e-book called ‘A Geordie’s Life in Rhyme‘ which is available to download from Amazon. All profits from his e-book go to Bright Red, a Newcastle based blood cancer charity. Click the image below to view his book on Amazon.
This poem is about Hadrian’s Wall, which stretches through Carlisle to Hexham in Northumberland and on to Newcastle upon Tyne, Wallsend and South Shields. For more information about this historical landmark, visit www.visithadrianswall.co.uk
THE GREAT WALL – by James Bridgewood
The heed bloke said to Hadrian,
when he had had enough.
“There’s bother on the moors again,
these buggers are too tough!!”
“We’ve conquered all them Greeks”,he said,
“no problems there at all”.
“But these Geordie lads are off their heads,
we’ll have to build a wall!!”
“A wall?” said he Incredulously!
“just get the buggers telt!”
“But boss thas not just Geordies there,”
“thas hairy Pics and Celts!”
“Tha scared of nowt and love to clout,
Centurions at night.”
“We’ll never beat these loony louts,
in any fisty fights!”
“Okay okay, you have your way,
I see you’re round the bend”
“The men can start at Carlisle,
and can finish at Wallsend”
So work commenced that Monday,
just as much as they could handle.
Time and a half on Sundays,
and for each some brand new sandals.
“I like this wall said Hadrian,
it has such strength and style.”
“But I want watch towers putting in,
at every single mile.
“For Christ’s sake” mumbled forman,
“your gannin straights man Haid”.
“The lads have all got blisters,
from all the stones they’ve laid”
But forman’s whimpered whispers,
they fell on deafened ears.
Each night til late,to compensate,
he’d doon a load of beers.
With workers now half round the bend,
and dead upon their feet.
The great wall it came to an end,
just down from Hunter street.
But over time things took their toll,
the wall was in decay.
The locals bit by bit they”stole”
those precious stones away.
These days there’s little left to show,
what gave the Romans fame.
They had a go,but now they know
that Geordies can’t be tamed!