friends are leaving...


The Goodbye

Soon to be gone and far away
I ponder if yonder will suit you.
I know the place you are wandering
To and its not a place for
Faint hearts... upstarts...
Or fey ladies.

I shall miss you.

When tha gits ta moor lass
Gi it a wave from me.
Dont be nesh and slurp rightly
Brews and brews of ot tea.
Summat'll bring us togither agin
Aye appen before tha scuttle glows
We'll be callin and fettlin yon county
We're Yorkshire lasses tha knows.













Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-10-11 at 18:31

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Sid Gardner
When a Tyke on a bike, shouts "Eck as like", When the Dales no longer resound to 'summat nesh'.Tha can take three teabags of 'Yorkshire' to make a brew that ya can see nowt thru. Its True.
FINISHED EXAMS YESTERDAY.Aye that t'h lot tha' Knaws. Results in December.If I pass then I will go to the 'foot o' oor stairs' bonny lass.
Best from Sid.x. (Now Retired)...But in for a job tomorrow. Always fancied m'sel as a stonemasons labourer.
2010-10-13


Purple Phoenix
I can hear the sentiment... and the lilt in this. Lovely. I hope your friends travel well. :)
2010-10-12


normalil
Well I'm from Lancs Jenks, but I found this worthy of a tea leaf or two..good luck!
2010-10-12


NicholasG
I've heard that Yorkshire has lots of bait?
xox Nick
2010-10-11