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A Sheffield Traipsing

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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.”

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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.”