East Yorkshire where two rivers meet <br />And ships stand by a city street <br />Where lassies walk in coppered clogs <br />On waterfronts where fishy fogs <br />Furl fitfully above the mud <br />One day I'll go back there for good <br />Tall dalesmen still tread furrow-high <br />The sailors' roll will never die <br />Until the Humber takes a turn <br />To run bone dry from Goole to Spurn <br /> <br />And in my father's house at dawn <br />Dear little house where I was born <br />I'll hear the creeper on the walls <br />Sigh in the wind <br />When evening falls <br />We'll spin long yarns which once were true <br />And I'll be home again with you<br /><br />Peter Hesp<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/east-yorkshire-where-two-rivers-meet/
