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by Lemn Sissay


The poet and author spent the first 12 years of his life in Ashton-in-Makerfield where he was placed with a foster family shortly after his birth in 1967. Here, reproduced with his permission, is a poem he wrote in 2018 to launch the Great Exhibition of the North in Newcastle





The North Star leads the way
To the mountain top in awe
That, my friend, is why they say
Up up up… North

And so we build year after year
And we rise tide after time
We bring light to darkness
And we shine




Welcome to our future
And all she endows
This is our dream, our vision
This is our power, our house




This is the backbone of Britain
And they say it is cold
But there is nothing warmer
Than a Northern Soul




Even the tides of oceans speak of you
Upon their chosen course
“Bring as many waves as you can” they say
“for we are heading North”




And they come in waves to kiss our coast –
Urged on by the North Wind
The surge of river greets the Sea
“Come in” it says “come in”




The A’s the E’s the I’s the O’s the U’s
Flocks of vowels fill the night with song
Great they are and migrate they do
The North is where they belong




Daughters of suffragettes sons of mines
The digital revolution – the creation
True North you North
You heart of our nation




And our children grow wings
And soar across this earth
But home they are assured
Is the greatest place on earth




Oh North North I love you
You made me the best I could be
You waited with open arms
And took in a stranger like me




We are the beautiful North
The darkness of night bows
We are a waterfall of light
This is our power, our house

Letters – July 2026

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