Sheffield At Night from a Park Hill veranda.
Brave Brave City
A Poem about Sheffield UK
by Rowan Blair Colver
I was reminded of the hole in the road that is no longer there
From a message by one of my friends out there
As a brave boy in a new shining place
Reminiscent of the decades previous face
Yet here are the fish in the tank in the town
Swimming in a cage while late workers bustle and frown
A street sweeper calls
To a pal from the pub
Whose name is a blur like the brushes that scrub
Vacuumous tool to remove yesterdays fuel
A cheery wave and nice things to say for all
And then came a day when the city was sick
These days came too soon and the money was slow and thick
Remember! they say
As they think of yesterday
When neighbours and deckchairs lined every way
Sunshine in Sheffield had seemed to have gone
Away
So the southerners came and put stakes and put claims
Rebuilding the city to mimic their dreams
A money making frame supported by rich
So do away with the humour do away with the quirk
Steel cities on the slab and commerce can now usurp
The machines and the tax men
Piled in by the score
Apartments and supertram
First buses and steel contracts for war
Hidden
But think of the class
The smiles and the memories that cannot last
The soul of the city where people speak so kind
Now a ghost like the worker
In helmet and shoes
Now we have a souless zombie
To find the soul you have to lose
Clinging on in numbers
Holding on to faith
Deep in the shadows the sheffielder still wakes
In the crummy estates
And flats and blocks
Those who remember when the casbah was the wap
And this is the place
Where the smiles are still shared
When passing on the rows
These people still care
Rowan Blair Colver
A Poem about Sheffield UK
by Rowan Blair Colver
I was reminded of the hole in the road that is no longer there
From a message by one of my friends out there
As a brave boy in a new shining place
Reminiscent of the decades previous face
Yet here are the fish in the tank in the town
Swimming in a cage while late workers bustle and frown
A street sweeper calls
To a pal from the pub
Whose name is a blur like the brushes that scrub
Vacuumous tool to remove yesterdays fuel
A cheery wave and nice things to say for all
And then came a day when the city was sick
These days came too soon and the money was slow and thick
Remember! they say
As they think of yesterday
When neighbours and deckchairs lined every way
Sunshine in Sheffield had seemed to have gone
Away
So the southerners came and put stakes and put claims
Rebuilding the city to mimic their dreams
A money making frame supported by rich
So do away with the humour do away with the quirk
Steel cities on the slab and commerce can now usurp
The machines and the tax men
Piled in by the score
Apartments and supertram
First buses and steel contracts for war
Hidden
But think of the class
The smiles and the memories that cannot last
The soul of the city where people speak so kind
Now a ghost like the worker
In helmet and shoes
Now we have a souless zombie
To find the soul you have to lose
Clinging on in numbers
Holding on to faith
Deep in the shadows the sheffielder still wakes
In the crummy estates
And flats and blocks
Those who remember when the casbah was the wap
And this is the place
Where the smiles are still shared
When passing on the rows
These people still care
Rowan Blair Colver
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