A cathedral’s spire stands straight and tall
And watches distant traffic crawl,
Whilst the River Calder passes by
Beneath a dark and cheerless sky.
Long past, in distant days of yore,
* Wakefield played its part in war:
But modern Wakefield does its part
*Exhibiting contemporary art.
The Yorkshire Sculpture Park now calls
Where art is not hemmed in by walls.
So follow me – we’ve time to spare.
See sculptures in our good fresh air.
The National Mining’s Museum’s nearby:
They’ve guided tours – come on, let’s try.
Here coalminers, in dirt and grit
Endured hard work within a pit.
Our day in Wakefield now is done
But you can see we’ve had some fun.
So, Wakefield, city with a heart,
It’s sad to say we must depart.
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* Wakefield played its part in war: http://www.battlefieldsofbritain.co.uk/battle_wakefield_1460.html