In Hanley Forest Park

See the silver curve of the sculpted tree

Feeling nesh as cold air settles round me

Children, excited, on a circular swing

Stare at graffiti: art that skateboards bring

Watch continuous, endless flights of geese

Smell the scents of an oatcake, of warmth and of cheese.

 

Sit and see the time that all this was not there.

 

Beneath lake, beneath water

Time hangs, falters

Amongst shadows of ancient chimneys

Rising in smoking air as pyramids of industry

See thick dust; honest footprints in honest work

Shine through darkness, through coal heaps, through murk

Fire in ovens

Loyalty to loved ones

Sit:

See us

Listen to us

Remember us

The very soul of Stoke-on-Trent.