Went for a walk
To Frickley Hall
To Clayton
Out in the fields and woods
Nobody told me I grew up in paradise!
Twenty minutes out of town
Silence
'Cept for birds and streams
Beautiful as anywhere on Earth
Ramshackle sandstone farmhouses
Ancient chicken sheds
Skew-wiff barns
All glowing golden
In bright spring sun
I could live here
I think
But could I live here?
It's too nice
Too dull
A lovely trip
But what to get my teeth into?
So back across the old pit top
(also beautiful)
To terraced red brick miners' homes
To women who love their kids
With shouts
With clouts
With hate, even
To broken bottles and scowls
To Polish voices
- something new -
Though they fit in well
With their beer and fags
Fat necks
Shaved heads
Shouting too
They all shout
There's not enough shouting in other places
Nor hitting
Anyway
I played guitar and sang
With children in next door's backyard
Laura painted their faces
They'll talk to anyone
I said ayup to a load of blokes
I didn't know
Secret thrill
I giggled lots
At madness
At phrases unheard
Near twenty years
Assal si thee lehta
An'
Thaz med a rate faffle thear
It felt good
Walking these streets
These fields
This town
This is where I'm from
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