This richly enthralling feast of eyes,
this bewitching walled city that sings her surprise!
The Romans named her Ebotacum,
Their choice of powerful authority…
A river runs through, enthralling
and plenteous wide.
With plethora of boats passing by,
on river Ouse, perpetual joy.
Beneath array of grey stone bridges,
garrets far above, their seeing eyes – their wondrous views.
From studios and penthouse places, a fortune now!
Affords this scene of delicious gaiety…
Sweet music from the handsome man with shining dreadlocks and sandaled feet.
We sat together you and I, drinking good wine, there in the sun.
Yummy food, some flirtatious fun!
The festive lanes of Shambles with assortment of old worlde shops.
In streets, their portico encrusted gargoyles peer from past, in strange odd corners.
The array of market stalls in garish colours.
All manner of life is here!
The crooner sings his catchy tunes, sweet memories from yesteryear,
that makes you wish to dance in city square.
This once 19th century railway hub, this bustle,
this fibre of good life, that brings the people here.
This template for joy.
This enticing city of York.
This God given day….
This richly enthralling feast of eyes,
this bewitching walled city that sings her surprise!
The Romans named her Ebotacum,
Their choice of powerful authority…
A river runs through, enthralling
and plenteous wide.
With plethora of boats passing by,
on river Ouse, perpetual joy.
Beneath array of grey stone bridges,
garrets far above, their seeing eyes – their wondrous views.
From studios and penthouse places, a fortune now!
Affords this scene of delicious gaiety…
Sweet music from the handsome man with shining dreadlocks and sandaled feet.
We sat together you and I, drinking good wine, there in the sun.
Yummy food, some flirtatious fun!
The festive lanes of Shambles with assortment of old worlde shops.
In streets, their portico encrusted gargoyles peer from past, in strange odd corners.
The array of market stalls in garish colours.
All manner of life is here!
The crooner sings his catchy tunes, sweet memories from yesteryear,
that makes you wish to dance in city square.
This once 19th century railway hub, this bustle,
this fibre of good life, that brings the people here.
This template for joy.
This enticing city of York.
This God given day….
I’ve never been to York, and this poem is making me even more determined to make the journey one day soon ! Thank you, dear Susie, for making it “live” for me !
What a lovely energy in this poem, Susie!
Thank you Sandy, it is such an exciting vibrant city. I was completely taken with it, of course it helps if the weather is great and it was- quite perfect. I had good company too!! Love to you.
Elizabeth you must go – it is an enchanting city – somewhat busy during the summer months but such a wonderful place to visit especially if the sun shines! I am so glad that my poem might indeed draw you there. Love to you x
Love York. This poem says it all.
Thanks Susie xx
Thanks Ann, so glad you enjoyed the amazing city of York, perhaps when you are back in Alice Springs these few words may bring back some good memories.
Visited again with Yousef on 1st of April after a wonderful stay at The Grand. York was bustling on this Tuesday morning. It was sharply cold but sunny and bright. Just like York.