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I love: 

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Black faced sheep on heathered moors,
Waves that crash on sandy shores,
    Motorways and country lanes;

    Commuters waiting for their trains.

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Hills that rise to touch the clouds;
Football games that draw the crowds;
    Sweet fat rascals, Yorkshire pud -
    Oh yes, the food in Yorkshire’s good!

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Waterfalls and rushing streams.
Men compete in cricket teams.
   Terraced houses, row by row; 
   Gardens where the roses grow.

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Towers ascend from city hearts.
We’ve galleries with works of art.
    Ballet, opera, music, plays,
    Win for Yorkshire lots of praise.

 

Universities and schools,
Tennis clubs and swimming pools;
   Restaurants with good cuisine
   Quite fit to put before the Queen.
 
Yorkshire folk?  Oh where to start?
We’ve those that are renowned for art.
    We’ve playwrights, poets by the score;
    We’ve fiction writers and much more.

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We’ve actors, athletes, entertainers,
Social workers and campaigners.
   There must be some I’ve sadly missed
   But you'll have them upon your list.
   
I think that from this poem you’ll see
That Yorkshire’s just the place for me,
    And visitors must be impressed
    And surely say that Yorkshire’s best!

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