For pork pies are sustaining when you walk miles on the shore.

I drink my coffee from a  mug my brother sent to me
I like to keep  two separate ones for coffee and for tea
This  one was expensive and it looks just like the sea
I think of Saltburn and the shore while I  drink coffee.

From Teesmouth and Redcar we walked in loving times
The long beach was quite empty, Saltburn pier’s divine.
I kept a little journal where I spelt it out in  rhyme
I may come from Manchester but these sands are very fine.

We went to Whitby and Sandsend and  loved it all  the more
My husband liked the pork pie shop and he ate 24.
He didn’t eat them all at once, a fact I do deplore.
For pork pies are sustaining when you walk miles on the shore.

His daddy liked the heather best, his mammy liked the sea.
And she was much the stronger one, it was evident to me.
So if you got to Roseberry and  that Topping  great
Remember his old daddy and   all his working mates

They spent their lives in ICI breathing in foul air
But they earned a living and so they all stayed there.
My husband was asthmatic and they took him out of  town
He spent 3 months up in the Moors , his mammy turned dark brown.

She must have been of mixed up race, an ethnic half-caste pearl
She was always called as white when she was  just a girl.
But when she spent 12 weeks outdoors  then the people saw
Black and white are not quite right to describe our skins-in-law.



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I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation
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