Farewell to Summer - 5

Here is a photo of a hanging basket seen in the streets of York.



And in the dusty city,
Where busy crowds pass by;
And where the tall dark houses
Stand up and hide the sky,
And where through lanes and alleys
No pleasant breezes blow,
Dear God our Father, even there
You make the flowers grow.

Actually, I think York is a lovely city. I am a Yorkshireman after all!