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I’ve a favourite spot, where I love to sit down

And watch others pass in my lovely hometown.

   I can see a fine tea room across from my seat:

   And with high expectations, folk enter to eat.


There are others, of course, who just dither outside,

As they gaze at the cakes that are shown with much pride.

  They are tempting, enticing, mouthwateringly sweet,

  So will they succumb, or remain on the street?


And then next to the seat is the Church Coffee Centre:

Beware all you visitors for if you should enter

  You’ll be attracted to sandwiches, cakes and the tea -

  I know well those enticements!  Be cautioned by me.


There’s a bandstand behind me:   Sit down and relax

For the next half an hour, you’ll forget tea and snacks.

   The band’s opening notes are both vibrant and strong,

   And Yorkshire’s the place where these brass bands belong.


Sat here amongst gardens, prolific with flowers,

With blue sky and sunshine, you could spend some hours.

   But rouse yourself now and come, walk to the moors

   And see curlews and lapwings as they gently soar.


Golden gorse, purple heather and the clearest of skies -

And nature’s provided such views for your eyes,

   Look out from these moors to the ranges of hills

   Whose dales have for centuries housed woollen mills.


If you’ve not been to Ilkley, you’re missing a treat

And for certain your life will be far from complete.

    So, come for a holiday, or perhaps for the day?

    But be prepared for a feeling of yearning to stay!



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By Josie Whitehead

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