In Yorkshire (a rondeau)

In Yorkshire – to the North York Moors –
its heather, dales and rugged shores.
Backdrop to those telly dramas –
Heartbeat and that soap ‘bout farmers –
destinations for fans’ coach tours.

They’re queuing up – the more mature –
to get a peek at York’s allure,
squint in other peoples parlours.
In Yorkshire.

Betty’s a must. The tea restores
those aching joints and pressure sores.
Sets ‘em up for coastal harbours,
fish and chips and several Cavas.
Then forty winks and gentle snores.
In Yorkshire.

Cate Anderson

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