York
Affluent city, bustling with bodies
And buildings but some have none; no money,
No home, no help, no rich to reach out to
People too busy to notice the poor
Numbing, biting snow coats the whole area
Frost glistening at the top of towers
Up, up high where the only warmth remains
Besides the homes and work places
But the people sat in boxes and shop doors
Hypothermia hangs in the air
Alongside the sound of laughter
Radiating from the theatre royal
Coppergate covered in umbrellas
Protecting the shoppers and their wallets
Meanwhile hands glued together, praying
Desperate and distressed, how much longer?
Gemma Ruth Kerry, 15,
Manorfield Road, Driffield
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