IS WORTH RECOGNITION
By Josie Whitehead
Employed within those murky depths of factories and mills;
Quite lost in toil, the workers had no time to clamber hills.
The riches went to mill owners – the ones enjoying wealth -
A far, far cry from working folk who suffered from ill health.
City buildings, black from smoke, bowed down their heads in shame,
For smoking chimneys, working hours and wool looms were to blame.
Then rising, like the phoenix bird, discarding ash and dirt,
Bradford lifts its head with pride, its new image to exert.
‘City of Culture’ - Hopes are high, and Bradford is so proud.
This city’s on the nation’s stage, its voice both clear and loud.
Cultural diversity has flourished over years
And Bradford seeks this title with hardly any fears.
Cross-cultural in character, this city ventures forth
To secure a title, rightly so, which celebrates the north.
This phoenix bird has flown its nest, to soar our northern skies
And cultural diversity, should win this place a prize.
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