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 were high,
And Bradford's now so proud.
This city's on the nation’s stage,
Its voice both clear and loud.
Has flourished over years
And Bradford's won this title
With hardly any fears.
Cross-cultural in character,
This city ventured 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,
Has won this place a prize.
Copyright on all my poems
I live in Ilkley which comes under 'Bradford' and I hope my poems contributed to the success that we have all quite rightly won. This was the poem I wrote to help them win this title in 2022. However, historically part of the West Riding of Yorkshire, Bradford rose to prominence in the 19th century as an international centre of textile manufacture, particularly wool. It was a boom-town of the Industrial Revolution, and amongst the earliest industrialised settlements, rapidly becoming the 'wool capital of the world.' Many of the owners of the mills lived in Ilkley, my hometown, where their large homes can be seen still today and my hometown has just been christened 'the best place to live' - so is it no surprise to find that I find inspiration for writing poems. See also: Bradford History
PS - hill climbing and walking are very popular pursuits in this beautiful, hill-covered county of Yorkshire, of course. I look from my windows and the hills are visible everywhere.