Where do I Belong?

 

He calls it “God’s own country”

He flies the Yorkshire flag.

My Grandpa tells us: ‘Yorkshire it’s so big

It is the best!’

It’s “end’ of road”, Yorkshire pud and Betty’s - tea n’ cake,

It’s cricket this and cricket that

And ‘Shall we play ball and bat?’

 

I’m not from there,

I don’t talk like that.

Cricket’s not my game,

I like Wenslydale and Red Leicester -

To me they’re all the same.

 

My life is so much bigger,

I want to see more stuff.

Because - for me - Yorkshire is really not enough.

 

I’m from Britain, the UK,

Id have liked to be from Europe.

I’m a citizen of the world:

My phone from China,

My trainers from America

And my bed from Sweden.

 

Yorkshire is a part of me,

But not the entirety.

 

An Identity poem by Max B - Year 8