Bound in azure blue of sky bright hue,
the Angel stands in splendour.

In a field of flowers the Angel towers
and the city sprawls in the distance

The sturdy grace of the winged embrace
gives power to the structure.

Wings arching high he stands beside
the gateway into Tyneside.

but the sightless face ignores the pace
of the traffic on the by-pass.

while the sun's bright orb smears a brilliant daub
on the hallowed feet of the statue

where the passing crowd touch the statue proud
in an ethereal bond with the metal.