NaPoWriMo Day 29 (Remove filter)
Ilkley Moor
Tha’ dassent wander Ilkley moor baht ‘at,
the breeze up yonder strips ye tae the bone;
a drop o’ rain’s enough to beat thee flat,
sometimes those drops feel heavy as a stone.
So allus wear tha’s heavy winter coat
all buttoned to the neck to keep thee warm;
complete it wi’ a muffler rahnd tha throat,
and tha’ll be reight, and ready for a storm.
Tha’ll ‘appen meet a...
Monday 29th April 2019 12:31 pm
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