Peter Hesp

East Yorkshire Where Two Rivers Meet

East Yorkshire where two rivers meet
And ships stand by a city street
Where lassies walk in coppered clogs
On waterfronts where fishy fogs
Furl fitfully above the mud
One day I'll go back there for good
Tall dalesmen still tread furrow-high
The sailors' roll will never die
Until the Humber takes a turn
To run bone dry from Goole to Spurn

And in my father's house at dawn
Dear little house where I was born
I'll hear the creeper on the walls
Sigh in the wind
When evening falls
We'll spin long yarns which once were true
And I'll be home again with you

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 26, 2011

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  • Ron Flowers (8/27/2008 10:54:00 AM)

    A nostagic poem, beautifully written.

    Ron

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  • Konjit Berhane (2/10/2008 11:49:00 AM)

    i loved this poem...but couldn't read more

    looking forward to read more of ur work

    nice poems and great place Yorkshire is i have a friend from there

    great view and nice place u got there...lucky ppl

    koni

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  • Jemarie Ragudo (12/6/2007 4:09:00 AM)

    I like your poem especially when read aloud. The rhymes are good. I give you 10!

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  • Sallie Howson (11/27/2007 4:00:00 PM)

    lovely.........................

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