Adventures In A Yorkshire Landscape

Bridges and rivers and buildings pulled down

Time spent in places my footsteps had found

Mirrors in ballrooms lie smashed on the ground

Walking with November mists

Pathways and windows and movies in May

Quiet old ladies who'll soon pass away

Paintings and songs that I'd done in a day

Going 'round in my head

Fires on spires and chimneys of black

Fields on horizons with pylons that crack

With singing sad wires for council house mystics

To apply their statistics

And read the tea leaves

Time knows no limits for days such as these