Thoughts of Yorkshire by Carol Robson

Thoughts of Yorkshire by Carol Robson

After watching the 2nd stage of Tour De France going through Yorkshire and the amazing views I decided to put this together with my poem which I wrote a few years ago about my home county.

Copyright Carol Robson 2014

My Beautiful River

(poem appropriate with our recent destructive weather and floods)

My Beautiful River


I gaze upon you from your stone bridge

as you meander way into the distance, far from view.

Constrained by your grassy flowery banks

so beautiful, serenity and tranquillity personified.


Nothing to fear from you,

yet not always so.

Seems such a distant time,

since your rages.

Rains and storms,

swelling your meandering body,

no longer constrained

by your beautiful curving banks.


Banks are broken,

your power has no bounds.

Untethered torrent raging,

nothing can stand in your way.

Spreading out to pastures new,

now laying in your watery grave.

Your awesome power,

leaving destruction trails,

with memories of fear.


Nature’s creation you give and take away,

your swollen body,

no longer spreads out.

Again you flow graciously,

between renewed grassy flowery banks.

My beautiful force of nature,

now at peace again.


© 2011 Carol Robson

Seasoned Thoughts with (Soundcloud Audio)

Seasoned Thoughts

A poem about my thoughts at this time of year.

©Carol Robson 2013



Seasoned Thoughts

I’m feeling a cooler summer warmth

faces with perhaps a lesser smile

people with a little more garb about them

I feel a change in seasons is upon us.


Summer flowers, dropping, fading away

gardens once full of healthy colouration

have plants so forlorn with loss of flowers

like small forests, stripped to stringy limbs.


A weaker sun arcing down, leaving us early

nights drawing in with a shiver of what’s to come

curtains drawn hiding us away

clinging to thoughts of warm sunny evenings.


Short days and long nights to come we fear

dreary days, lives shuffling through fallen leaves

autumn morns so refreshing as watery sun lies low

quickly winter comes, chilled to bone with a shiver.


Glistening snow, icicles adorning where water dripped

winter has its special days, childhood memories with children now

our earth emerges from its white coat with flowers of eternal spring

dreams of warm days to come, smiles return with warming hearts.


© Carol Robson2013