Poem for the Central Viewing Point

  
Look Out!

Look out across the fields of Berryhill
To any horizon you want to see
On a good day

Look down to the ground
Stoke’s history scattered in fragments
Coal, iron, clay

Look up in the sky
Where a skylark sings its heart out
When the wind blows

Look round full circle
Flattened tip, fifties housing, fields
The countryside comes to town

Look out! for every unfriendly step on this land
That could trim its edges and fence in our dreams
If we don’t look out.