the shortest piece from my "Sheffield collection", written last year...

 

Fargate

 

The fountain has gone

from old Fargate,

The Hole In The Road

has gone too,

But I never felt finer

on Fargate

Than when

I walked down it with you.

 

The Casbah is 

nothing but rubble,

But the gardens

may grant us some peace,

Turn our backs

to the rain and our troubles,

Find our future

in sunshine's release.