Corbawn Drive

 Corbawn Drive


Corbawn Drive you are my darling

In the embrace of leafy Shankill

Close to the sea and close to the woods

That lead to the parks and the trees. 


For ten years now we have known you

And travelled your paths

Strolled in seasons of joy

Walked in seasons of sorrow. 


As soft and mild as a baby’s breath

Welcoming the stranger

Safe haven for old neighbors

Unwilling to leave this parish.


Parents with children cycling bikes

On roads bereft of traffic

The first to arrive in the seventies

Now silver haired cutting grass. 


Time stands still for most of the year

Out of harms way, under the sun

Birds calling out from fifty year old trees

Framing the blue sky above. 


The news came through we were hoping and fearing

The sale’s going ahead six weeks from today

Six weeks to take leave of old friends and dear neighbors

Look to the future in a modern new build. 


Life is a road that veers left and then right

Rarely bears straight despite our best might

No regrets buying no regrets selling 

Life must move forward with e’er a doubt. 

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