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Students in Crookesmoor
High above the sunken paths, above the dells
Where kids with white-clad nurses play
In quiet alcoves, secret lanes where
Lonely anglers while away their time-
In line abreast, in multi-lingual rank
The students pour down Western Bank
Past mansions brass-plaqued, stone-built
Empty boarded churches shabby rows
Of houses, dirty window-panes cobbles
Bluebells leaves and crows and magpies
Tides of hope and angst are surging
Spilling over into cycle lanes
Soon this churning ebb and flow will cease
to duck or wheel as in a flight of starlings
Out of cool examination halls into the high
Midday June light students rise with yellow flimsy
Papers clutched for tense review
At length in coffee bar or dinner queue
The human tide has turned-
The flood now leaks away. To country
Far and wide the student mass embarks
To offices, schools, works until the day
Its remnants gather force to surge again above
As leaves pile deep in Crookesmoor parks