York In The Past by Sally Evans

York was a treat, a day out,
with museums to call museums
of which you could only do a corner
at a time; the Street,
the ephemera, so accessible,
joys from a past so precious
to the young: then not so far gone.
The grass. The white walls.
The Shambles so economical
with space. The Minster spacious
and grand, guarded by robed
curators who answered questions
and took you up the Tower.
We used to go by train from Darlington.
It was a treat, a day out,
and fresh as daisies
seen from child-height
all those years ago.

Sally Evans lives in Scotland and has Welsh connections. She has had several books of poems published including Poetic Adventures in Scotland (2014) and the Bees (2008).