Poem from the Dales

Inside

As rain taps and wind raps,

The hearth is warm inside.

 

As sheep wail and skies pale,

The hearth stays warm inside.

 

As bough bends and waters wend,

The hearth grows warm inside.

 

As damp lies, farmer sighs,

The hearth is warm inside.
As bird plucks and lamb sucks,

My heart, it’s warm inside.

 

As terror grows, hate flows;

My God! It’s safer inside. 

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