Wigan My Home

Wigan my home

In Wigan town where the river bends,

The smell of pies, the warmth it sends.

The people here, with hearts so bright,

Share laughter and stories, from morning to night.

Their slang rolls off tongues, so rich and true,

Each word a moment, a glimpse into view.

Through bustling markets, life unfolds,

In the strength of the folks, a spirit bold.

The cobbled streets whisper tales of old,

Of miners and workers, their stories retold.

From the echo of the pit to the chime of the bell,

In every corner, there’s magic to tell.

Yet challenges linger in spaces of gray,

The grip of poverty may find a way,

But hope in their eyes refuses to flee,

In the heart of Wigan, they stand with glee.

The trams once rattled, the trains rolled through,

Connecting the past with the dreams that ensue.

Wigan Pier, a landmark of yore,

Holds tales of the past and dreams to explore.

With every step, through joy and despair,

Wigan's true essence is found everywhere.

The working men’s clubs, where friendships are spun,

And the sound of the laughter is never done.

Church spires rise under skies of blue,

A beacon of strength in all that we do.

In cricket's green fields and rugby's fierce play,

Community pride shines brighter each day.

So gather around, raise a toast to the pies,

To the people who show what it means to rise.

In this town of history, where pride meets the day,

Wigan, my home, forever will stay.

As seasons change, and the rivers run clear,

The bond of our town keeps family near.

Through challenges faced, we find our way through,

In the heart of Wigan, it’s me and it’s you.

With artistry woven in murals and art,

Innovation blooms, yet we cherish the heart.

Wigan, with spirit, we’ll weather the storm,

A true old time local community warm.

Proud I am of my roots and my home town

This is just a poem in my head, I had to jot down ❤️