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“I have set myself to walk through you, to traipse; not a planned path, following some mapped purpose, but a wandering. Your story is my story, you grew me up with fiery truths and surprising kindness. I want to hear you tell it again, tell it with all your Northern soul.”
A Sheffield Traipsing is a collection of poems gleaned from the streets of the steel city. The author has spent the last seven years traversing the hills and valleys of his home in a poetic search for the soul of Sheffield.
From Ringinglow to Orgreave, from Fir Vale to Park Hill this collection takes you on a pilgrimage of grace, through the city’s past and those who built it, to its uncertain present and looks towards the future. It is a hymn to the city where, as the final poem says:
“Unpretentious radicals and unassuming revolutionaries can flourish
as someone down your street
or in the pub, just another gleaming face among the common people.”
“I have set myself to walk through you, to traipse; not a planned path, following some mapped purpose, but a wandering. Your story is my story, you grew me up with fiery truths and surprising kindness. I want to hear you tell it again, tell it with all your Northern soul.”
A Sheffield Traipsing is a collection of poems gleaned from the streets of the steel city. The author has spent the last seven years traversing the hills and valleys of his home in a poetic search for the soul of Sheffield.
From Ringinglow to Orgreave, from Fir Vale to Park Hill this collection takes you on a pilgrimage of grace, through the city’s past and those who built it, to its uncertain present and looks towards the future. It is a hymn to the city where, as the final poem says:
“Unpretentious radicals and unassuming revolutionaries can flourish
as someone down your street
or in the pub, just another gleaming face among the common people.”