Yorkshire – by a true white rose

July 28, 2017

This is my county, the place of my birth.
Far have I travelled, but this is my earth.
With dales, hills and rivers, scenery so fine;
All of its beauty will always be mine.
THAT’S YORKSHIRE

People are friendly wherever you go,
The dialects are different, even some I don’t know.
What does it matter the greetings the same.
Come in, you’re welcome, what is your name?
FRIENDLY YORKSHIRE

Their choirs are noted all over the land,
Especially if accompanied by a famous brass band.
In Town Halls and theatres in places they meet.
They sing and perform even out in the street.
MUSICAL YORKSHIRE

I love all our castles, stately homes too,
They once were important-if only we knew.
Minsters, abbeys, cathedrals they stand.
Cities, towns, villages so carefully planned.
WHERE? IN YORKSHIRE

2014 was exceptional, with worldwide fame.
The Tour de France,that was its name.
Royalty, television, cyclists all played a big part.
The people of Yorkshire just took it to heart.
WELL DONE YORKSHIRE

Wherever I journey over land, over sea
Yorkshire’s still there just waiting for me.
My family, my friends, my school and my home,
If they are still there why do I roam?
COME BACK TO YORKSHIRE

Why do I wander so far from the track?
Because I know I will always go back.
The greetings still there, the people the same.
Come in, you’re welcome, I’ve forgotten your name.
WELCOME HOME TO YORKSHIRE

By Jennie Tarr (Dec’d)

Jennie lived in Grasscroft and died in February 2016. This poem of hers was read at her funeral service and has been printed in Down Your Way magazine August 2016.
It has kindly been shared with us by her husband Major Robin Tarr.