A path not trod before
Each bracken broke
A breaking new
We know this way to be our own way
Our own not known before
Each thought awoke
A thinking new
With light and might we walk our own way
Stealth of stride alone no more
Each slice of slight
Incite light new
this poem lies on the cutting room floor, for the ones that made it into the pamphlet Yorkshire Love Poems & Other Desperate Stuff click her