In this steep Pennine vale, where the white rose is king
Lies a town that once prospered and thrived
And beneath all the concrete an amazing thing,
So much has still survived!
Under this bridge, once a railway, A car park now instead,
This warehouse, too, once was busy but now it is quiet and dead
I can only imagine that once, long ago, this courtyard was busy and full
And was this the home of a merchant,
who prospered from selling his wool?
Shakespeare himself would spin in his grave
if he saw what this street was like now
And the theatre too, after hundreds of years
Is silent, not wanted, not now.
The bells of this church were a pealing
Loud and clear they rang out!
But now, inside, there is nothing.
No bells, no people… Nowt!
But now it is making a comeback.
And shops will be busy, I’m sure
With its past and an eye on the future
This town will be thriving once more!
(Halifax, West Yorkshire, England. February 2015)
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