York

Autumn in New York is such a lovely scene
Though, true enough, I have not been

Let me take you back
Let the old remove the new
To Stonegate, Micklegate and Walmgate too

The settling Romans dug deep into the land
Whilst Vikings camped upon the flooding sand

York’s tallest building is its central pincer devout in faith be that Great Minster

The white rose which shines for all, embraces every wanderer body and soul

From the red brick houses to narrow cobbled streets
Where history began to imprint its feet

Lies a gem of a place, with charm, sophistication and grace

by sam fawcett