We left our home in '44,

When I was only 10,

To live by Blackpool's sandy shore,

And start our lives again.

Away from bombs and sleepless nights,

That filled my heart with dread.

Surrounded by new friends, new sights,

Fresh fields and paths to tread.

Now as the years have hurried by,

And I am slowing down.

I keep within my memory's eye,

Fond thoughts of Bolton town. By Peter Balshaw

Sutherland Road, Blackpool

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