Abreast the traffic – tow’rsome stone
which rangerings ’round the cap’tal auld.
Bucolic ruins; gardens sloped –
onward, t’ward streets cobbled!
The cathedral, in cruciform,
holds th’north whilst th’city walls keep th’east.
Unto the Humber, th’Ouse flows out –
nor’westerly born; coursing south.
Web-latticed lie the streets.
Ramble The Shambles – gables loom…
(York City; Friday afternoon.)
Image credit – Visit Britain
william altoft 