(Congratulations Lorna! Here is the Preston Guild Poem for everyone to enjoy)
Hear the voice of ancient memories
Hearts purloined by Roman sentries
Like a river shining bright.
Proud of Preston born free tradersMade by commerce and hard labour
Merchants gilded artists favored
Like the Brigantes warred in tribes.
Mechanics shift the scene of battleRaise the red brick smog industrial
Cording hearts like twisting material
On the wheels of the cotton lords.
Step the Chartists to the enginesPull the plugs release the tension
The rioters face the sentries
Dye the river dark with blood.
Grey arise the business facelessFake fulfillment for the faithless
Mass the market for the tasteless
Selling life for capital.
High in the stone fortressThe sentries hold their rule
Beyond the mall and office
Do you hear a river call?
Proud of Preston I have carved youIn my sweeping spirit formed you
Through your veins floods dazzling water
My Setantii shining bright.
Will you hearken to my entryDrown false dreams in ancient memories
Will the proud of Preston
Like a shining river rise?
*Belisama is the goddess of the Ribble