ive been to visit yorkshire...my home county.
Down here in the vale all is calm and easy.
Knowing I am heading up to the moor
I drag on the wellingtons and waxed jacket
Layered underneath several times.
On my way up I collect the neighbours dogs and
A large stick so I may shake it.
I am going to the wuthering place
Where wind songs will ever buffet me.
This is a new place to me but I know
The undulations and the rules and where
The view will unfold to tear me...
My county never fears me...never
Disappoints. It is in my blood.
We climb in our own time.
There is no need to hurry-
Everything will wait for us.
Stepping onto the top I see
Yorkshire beneath my feet and gasp...there is
The long usual view of beauty with the wind
Singing in my ears of home and happiness.
I fill my lungs to scream with the wutherings.
I live far away from here by choice
Yet this is my true home...
My eyes, my ears, my heart are owned
Forever with this landscape.
It can never leave me or me it.
I am a Yorkshire daughter.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2010-12-23 at 01:14
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Wuthering
Some things never need to be different.Down here in the vale all is calm and easy.
Knowing I am heading up to the moor
I drag on the wellingtons and waxed jacket
Layered underneath several times.
On my way up I collect the neighbours dogs and
A large stick so I may shake it.
I am going to the wuthering place
Where wind songs will ever buffet me.
This is a new place to me but I know
The undulations and the rules and where
The view will unfold to tear me...
My county never fears me...never
Disappoints. It is in my blood.
We climb in our own time.
There is no need to hurry-
Everything will wait for us.
Stepping onto the top I see
Yorkshire beneath my feet and gasp...there is
The long usual view of beauty with the wind
Singing in my ears of home and happiness.
I fill my lungs to scream with the wutherings.
I live far away from here by choice
Yet this is my true home...
My eyes, my ears, my heart are owned
Forever with this landscape.
It can never leave me or me it.
I am a Yorkshire daughter.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2010-12-23 at 01:14
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