1 August – White rose day

What else should I serenade on Yorkshire’s day
besides the bright rose, the white rose
that represents her name?
But so many more beauties
come to the fore,
the rivers, the dry-stone walls,
the blustrous, broad-placed moor.
Ten years I have lived here now, under her spell,
and I still can’t find sufficient words to halfway tell
how I love her with her heather, and her ever-changing skies,
how she’s home and half-heaven in my awe struck eyes.
I will walk out my devotion on her coast and up her hills,
each step a caress as I explore and fulfil
my promise to both of us to grow to know her well,
woodland and wildlife, beck, field and fell.