For the People of Sheffield, their enjoyment and entertainment, and a reminder of where they are and where they come from. A love story of the wild, wet moors, The drips that gradually form into the rivulets, The streams that dance their way down the cloughs And into the dark and grandiose reservoirs. And on! On! An idyll of the green farmland Where sheep rest and lambs play And cattle sigh and lumber And great farmland trees stand proud. We watch. A dash of excitement as the rivers' story reaches the parks. Though bought by the savings of harsh, cheap labour The city now plays in them, displays in them, Remembers, and admires civic fortune and praises their charm. But all the rivers focus at last on the same terrible crucible, The blackened brick, the raging mill, The chuffing exhaust pipe, the barren world Where real things were made, in their millions By real people: tough people. And even before the last siren sounds, Holes appear, memories leak through, Nothing stands still forever. Like the rivers, Sheffield is the City on the Move. Sheffield - City on the Move.