The Calls -Leeds

The Calls - Leeds

It was a right dump afore,

ye know

rough end o’ town,

wi’ all they dregs,

drunkards an’ the like.

Not now.

Oh no.

T’soots been cleaned off

an’ all mucks gone.

Tha’s safe to walk

anywhere down there.

Theys some grand flats,

‘Longside Wharf ’, that’s it.

Ramblin roses, geraniums in pots…

… pride in’t place,

wrought iron, painted blue,

on every balcony.

Aye.

An on t’other side,

O’ canal ye’ll see

Reet neat ‘ouses.

Aye.

An’ a fountain.

in’t midst of it all.

Fantastic.

All t’water shoots,

up inter t’air,

like rainbows.

Round t’ corner ,

Pubs ‘ve gone.

No pie, no peas,

or black puddin’,

or the likes of what yer

used to get.

No.

No, It’s yer Sparrer’s Wharf,

wi’ yer ‘Ereford  Steakburger’,

an  ‘Taglia-telly’

an what ‘ave yer.

Aye.

Aye.

It’s grand.