Adventures In A Yorkshire Landscape

Bridges and rivers

And buildings pulled down

Time spent in places my footsteps had found

Mirrors in ballrooms lie smashed on the ground,

Walking with November mists...

Pathways and windows

And movies in May

Quiet old ladies who soon pass away

Paintings and songs that I'd done in a day...

Going round in my head...

Fires on spires and chimneys of black

Fields on horizons with pylons that crack

With singing sad wires of council house mystics

To apply their statistics

And read the tea leaves,

Time knows no limits for days such as these