THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

Look again

In five hundred, a thousand or ten

Thousand years:

A ruin where

The chapel was; brown

Rubble and scrub and cinders where

The gasworks used to be;

No roofs, no town,

Maybe no men;

But yonder where a lather-rinse of cloud pours down

The spiked walls of the sky-line, see,

Scafell Pike

Still there.

Nicholson/Selected, 1982