Be­fore Your Time

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HOW my heart over­flows with pride, When I think of the ven­er­a­ble Bede, And the teach­ings and tomes that sur­vived, And the writ­ers this re­gion still breeds. Born by the banks o’ the Tyne, You were raised by the Great North Sea, With the grunge, rap, garage n’ grime, Of the last, passed, cen­tury. And you learned from the schol­ars and saints, How to paint with the words of the gods, By the light of a stained-glass pane, In a chan­cel, chanc­ing the odds. With a bell, your book and a prayer, Go forth, let your story un­fold, With an eye on the main’ and your lyri­cal flair, Who knows what the fu­ture may hold. Be bold! P STEPHEN­SON, South Shields

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