QUEEN OF THE COAST
By Josie Whitehead
The Queen of Yorkshire’s lovely coast
Is Scarborough who, quite rightly, boasts
Its good clean beaches, castle grand -
And donkey rides on Scarborough’s sands.
They’ve B&B’s that say: 'Come In'
And warming sun to brown the skin.
They’ve bracing winds that clear the lungs
With salted air that sits on tongues.
Gone are the Romans, long ago,
And Danes have gone, oh yes, I know.
But gone and left no living trace?
No, their mark’s been left upon this place.
It looks across the cold North Sea,
And, standing high for all to see,
A castle glowers to scare the foe
Who might be lurking down below.
Its threatening face no longer shields
Our country from those far afield,
And Scarborough, looking out to sea,
Greets all with hospitality.
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