My angel of the north

Steadfast in life and valiant in death, a place to stop, stand and
stare. A place to bury Kings and Queens in glory or despair
and wonder at the beauty of this shrine to men who fought and died in
war, remember remember they are no more.

My angel of the North, forgotten in the past, still stands in St Mary's
Place, alas. Now surrounded by symbolic concrete
people, of the future and the past, holding hands: does your heart
understand with water fountains and beacons of light
shimmering and shining through the night.

This is my dream for the future, be it mine, be it yours, be it theirs,
who cares as long as it stands for honour and freedom
through out the years.

A tribute to the new millennium: to the future and to the past, please
let this Angel of the North, stand steadfast.

Beware of dreams and promises, they are often soon to be forgotten!
Newcastle is old, but new, besotten.

Let the pride of the Geordie people; stand in time at the heart and the
home of the river Tyne.

Let the real Angel of the North be grand, not forgotten! Do not let the
beacons dim, or the water stop flowing. With a little
more thought, let the fountains keep flowing, higher and higher with
their beacons of light, shimmering and shining through the
night.

Let God's! eternal beacon of flame and fire, touch the hearts of men
and women inspired: to teach the world of peace and love,
united in god above.

This is my dream of the future this is my dream of the past. Please let
my Angel of the North stand steadfast.

Let there be trees, birds, hearts, minds and flowers. And people to
stand, stop and stare: and wonder at the beauty of life and
care.

This poem was published in out Local evening newspaper

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