there are the obligatory plastic bags
clinging to the railway tracks
but climb with me up the bank
climb in tandem to our great north train,

and crowning these layered skylines
are the spires and all-knowing steeples
proud stone sculptures, somehow mounted
by determined warriors of the roses.

so though the boom of old industry is gone
heat still rises. and here carries on
a backbone of dales and eternal valleys;
a patchwork quilt for the Queens of England.