Off-Comed-Un | Poetry


From softly rounded downs
To bleak and rugged moors
From orchards to the heathered hills.
Rich pastures to sparse grazing,
Red brick to grey stone chimneys,
Back-to-backs and laundry lines,
Familiar tongue to dialect.
A new beginning in another world.

I tried to understand the brogue,
And struggled with the unfamiliar
Names of towns and districts,
Sometimes I sensed a wariness,
Which made me feel a foreigner-
As I suppose I was.
A southerner in Yorkshire.

But laughter breaks down barriers,
And cheerfulness brings warmth.
Work colleagues made me welcome,
As did my kindly neighbours.
Strangers smile and greet me,
And I know my heart will always be
In my adopted county.