Written Somewhere Sunny In The North-East

A melody by the a-peeling bells.

Time-Begotten

Hist’ry-layered.

New wetland frozen fast.

A-shambling through the queue.

Yah nough, don’t yuh?

Evening wander…

Brick bears beams bear rooftiles.

The stained-glass panes, that stretched to reach the heavens, shone.

Sunfire shines glist’ning through the scriptured glass to light the southern rose ‘n Yorkshire’s heart!

Bucolic ruins; gardens sloped – onward, t’ward streets cobbled!

A bird of prey, at hov’ring height, doth herald.