Aldwarke (spring)
I know where we are
we are at the four chimneys
she would often say
Yes
Water-meadows here long-gone
when vessels working up the Don
were held up by the weirs and shoals
but soon canals and lock and xcxxcxcx
and access roads with halfpenny tolls
Farms gave way to open-cast
furnaces producing coke
mills producing high-grade steel
vast walls of works dull days of smoke
Aldwarke (summer)
Are they in the air
martins swifts and swallows there
flying in a cloud?
Yes
The settling ponds hard by
release their poison to the sky
stinking effluent breeds flies
for birds in copious supplies
Ravenfield (New Year)
Vantage point on New Year's Eve
for Pennines and the Vale of York
When fires lit the sky
I'm glad I lived to see it
the blind woman said