I'll tell you Teesside - <br />green fields and peewits on sandy scars. <br />I'll tell you Teesside - <br />balsam sneaking up hedge and bank. <br />I'll tell you Teesside. <br /> <br />The river slides around its parishes <br />still with the Teesdale music in its ears, <br />the early primrose, the gentian, <br />still aware of boulders and wild rocks, <br />its lost gown of forestry, <br />even as it listens <br />to ranks of children laughing <br />from one generation ot the next. <br /> <br />Howway, Teesside, <br />the home of passenger railways, <br />now modernised motorway, <br />towns clustered together, aware of the sea, <br />sailors and industry, tall ships and scrapyards, <br />villages still secluded, <br />hidden in the loops of becks, <br />banks of tall ashes, thickets <br />of bramble and oak. <br /> <br />Howway Teesside, <br />streets full of plain talk, <br />markets of merchandise, <br />precious possession, not quite lost - <br /> <br />Howway Teesside.<br /><br />Sally Evans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/howway-teesside/
