Was previously the mayor of Berwick on Tweed
Who thought his town had gone to seed
I disagreed with him as I considered Berwick to be a splendid place
His name was Price-Pettifer and he lived on the beach
Where he fished most days with his wife Til–Teeech
Their life was simple and very slow
As there was little to do and nowhere to go
We did not communicate often
But when our radio silence was broken
We talked for hours
About border issues and lowland flowers
Although critical of his home raised town
His tone was upbeat and never down
He missed the keen winds and the mysterious lights
Our coastal walks on slow dark nights
Trips to Ayr and trips to Dundee
And my little house not far from the sea
Authors Note
This poem was written by an E.M Gallagher and found in a cheap paperback in my hotel room in Berwick in February 2013
The author appears to local but quite why it was left randomly in the hotel room is open to question
I have checked to see if any of the previous mayors of the town were called Price-Pettifer and whether they had been or were resident in the Philippines
My enquiries have drawn a complete blank as this person has never held high office in the town
I have included this poem as a complete curiosity