The Gateshead Angel tall and still
Stands proud and peerless on the hill.
It’s wings outstretched, it’s head held high.
It’s gaze fixed firmly on the sky
Where rooks and robins on the wing
Gaze back and wonder at this thing
Which man with wisdom and some wit
Provides them with a place to sit
So they can too, with time to spare
Gaze down upon the townships where
Their football teams are in decline
Especially to the North of Tyne.
But Angel and the birds who share
That vantage point high in the air
Can see the future – perhaps they know
What lies ahead how things will go.
When fame and fortune found with coals
Return as Magpies now score goals.
Bill Cooksey