Extinct


This was written over a year ago, Leeds is even more silent these days..the picture is a recent sculpture placed outside the Henry Moore Gallery, it made me smile.

Extinct

Sometimes I cycle home a different way

Through this city that I’ve loved so long

As if to take it by surprise, and see

An older side, and hear a distant song.

This used to be a town of striking clocks-

That sounded the quarters, halves and hours

Newspaper sellers sold their wares to flocks

Of folk out shopping, there were flowers

Too. Rag and bone men rattled down the street

But now the city seems almost swept clean

Of historic sights and sounds I used to meet,

Extinct, no longer witnessed, no longer seen.

Perhaps one day I’ll take a corner fast

And ambush a Leeds I thought was past.

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