Unspoilt coastlines, heathered moors;
Cliffs which drop to sandy shores.
Windswept fells, and rolling sea:
Yorkshire is the place to be.
Stunning landscapes, brackened hills;
Farndale where wild daffodils
Stretch along the River Dove.
Yorkshire is the place I love.
National parks? For certain, three,
And Yorkshire bathes in history.
Castles, abbeys, stately homes;
Hills and dales in which to roam.
Moorland tarns and rushing gills;
Purple heather on our hills.
Waterfalls dive from on high,
Larks and curlews in the sky.
Windswept moors with bleating sheep;
Ducks who through my windows peep.
Limestone pavements, sheltered coves:
Yorkshire’s unique treasure troves.
Cliff tops with their bracing walks;
Seabirds swoop and loudly squawk.
Grand hotels, small B&B’s.
Yorkshire folk just love to please.
Yorkshire restaurants - top cuisine;
Food fit for our own dear Queen.
She knows Yorkshire cooking’s fine,
Accompanied by Yorkshire wine!
Modern cities, buildings tall;
Tiny hamlets, dry stone walls.
Lots of rivers in our dales;
Yorkshire folk with Yorkshire tales.
Towns and cities? They’re our pride,
Where old and new sit side by side;
Cobbled streets, and motorways;
Pastures where our cattle graze.
Music? Goodness, name your choice,
Both instrument and human voice;
Ballet, opera, drama, art:
Just a few things for a start.
Yorkshire beer – yes, don’t forget;
Sports to make the bodies’ sweat:
Football, cricket, tennis, bowls
All delight our human souls.
One last thing I’ve overlooked,
The passion on which I am hooked:
Wise men say: 'Write poetry -
Well, if your goal’s longevity.'
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