A Ride on a Blackpool Tram….Poem

I havn’t managed to get to Blackpool this year. My childhood was lived here, in fact I suppose it was my childhood paradise. But what I miss the most, is a ride on one of their iconic trams……..the film at the end was my era. In fact from the late 1950’s right through the 60’s and probably beyond……..

Metal on metal as they rattle along the prom

My favourite mode of transport, the classic Blackpool tram

As a child I’d marvel at these magical machines

Sat upstairs, my nose pressed against the screen


‘Hold tight’, ‘Tickets please’

The cry would come

A beaming smile, ‘Where to me duck?’

‘Pleasure Beach please’..’well tha’s in luck’


The candy floss, the donkeys, arcades whizzing past

Central pier, Manchester square, the tram was packed

Waterloo Road, South Pier, and always the sea

My finger poised, ‘ding ding’, ‘next stop please!’


As I watched it set off to Starr Gate, its’ end

I knew it would turn around and come straight back again

I could spend all day going up and down the prom

On my favourite mode of transport, the old Blackpool tram

About wendy7713

On the 31st July 2014 I was diagnosed with Young Onset Dementia. I may not have much of a short term memory anymore but that date is one I’ll never forget. I’m 58 years young, live happily alone in Yorkshire, have 2 daughters and I’m currently still in full time employment in the NHS. However, I’m now in the process of taking early retirement to give me a chance of enjoying life while I’m still me. I've started this blog to allow me, in the first instance, to write all my thoughts before they’re lost. If anyone chooses to follow my ramblings it will serve as a way of raising awareness on the lack of research into Alzheimer's. It will hopefully convey the helplessness of those diagnosed with dementia, as there is no cure – the end is inevitable. However, I’m also hoping I can convey that, although we've been diagnosed, people like me still have a substantial contribution to make; we still have a sense of humour; we sill have feelings. I’m hoping to show the reality of trying to cope on a day to day basis with the ever-changing environment that dementia throws at those diagnosed with the condition. What I want is not sympathy. What I want is simply to raise awareness.

12 thoughts on “A Ride on a Blackpool Tram….Poem

  1. I enjoyed reading your post, Wendy. I am a Blackpool girl but have lived away for many years (Spain for the last 20). I took my daughter to Blackpool last week to see family and it was the first time she had seen the Illuminations and the trams all lit up so beautifully. It really is a paradise for kids and so nice to see it now through her eyes. 🙂

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  2. Lovely poem Wendy. I grew up in the same era; being a couple of years older than yourself. We used to go on day trips to New Brighton and Southport from Bootle, during the summer holidays but can’t remember going to Blackpool. Lovely memories! 💜💜

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  3. Wendy, I love your poem, especially as I was in Blackpool just last month, with a large group of women friends, just for a few days. While there we were treated to a trip on a vintage tram along the front to see the lights, as most people do at this time of year I think!

    It was nice to see the video; I think there have been some changes in Blackpool since this was filmed, but our visit was too short to tell. Lot of famous people seem to have been there all at the same time – I recognised so many famous names from the 1960s. Amazing!

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