break bread. peach. hungry. drink. milkshake. chocolate strawberry. banana. apple crumble. rocks. stones. melt. hot cold chill ice. white. ghost. emergency. emery. magazine. paper. news . stories. events. places. space. moon sun. stars. gold diamond silver bronze. medal money. cash Slash. splash. out swim physical. run. wheel propel. drive. car van. place. poole. and so on.
Poole the birth. the place of me. it wasn’t for me. I learnt about the world.. the relaxing channel.. my heart beat is in the waves. the sea washes me away. the cold sea touching my toes. the sand in my feet.. I will never forget the days sailing with my granddad.
Poole, the birth of me, the place of me.
The relaxing channel, the sea, is washing me.
The sea washes me away.
The sea washes me away.
The sea washes me away.
Rewrite the chorus into the lyrics roughly every four lines, or when your verses come to their natural end, a bit like this –
Poole
Poole, the birth of me, the place of me.
The world wasn’t ready.
Poole, the birth of me, the place of me.
The relaxing channel, the sea, is washing me.
The sea washes me away.
The sea washes me away.
The sea washes me away.
I learnt about the world.
Became the person who I am.
Is it for me now though?
Poole, the sand in my feet.
The cold sea touching my toes.
I love coming home.
Having cream teas with my family.
Poole, the birth of me, the place of me.
The relaxing channel, the sea, is washing me.
The sea washes me away.
The sea washes me away.
The sea washes me away.
Poole smells fresh like seaweed at low tide.
We can’t see the sea for a mile.
It’s the most beautiful mile that you will ever see.
Blue wash with green trees on Brownsea.
I took somebody to Evening Hill to look over the harbor once.
They broke my heart with grit.
That won’t be the end of my Poole story.
Poole, the birth of me, the place of me.
The relaxing channel, the sea, is washing me.
The sea washes me away.
The sea washes me away.
The sea washes me away.
I love my family home.
I will never forget the day I first drove my power wheelchair at White Cliff Park.
I will never forget sailing on Granddad’s boat.
The wind on my red chin.
Poole, the birth of me, the place of me.
The relaxing channel, the sea, is washing me.
The sea washes me away.
The sea washes me away.
The sea washes me away.
I will never forget the map of the town and where I like to go.
I will never forget the community that gave me my life.
I will never forget the chocolate on my face in most of the cafes.
I will never forget the strength that my school gave me and the life that I needed.
Poole, the birth of me, the place of me.
The relaxing channel, the sea, is washing me.
A life where I treasure friends.
A life where I worked my passions.
Those passions are now bigger than a place.
A life that is my family and I love them.
Poole, my home, a place in my heart.
