A TRIBUTE TO IAN,MY NEPHEW.
I sit here by the rivers brim,but i am not alone.
A thousand memories crowd my head, of freinds and family gone,
Loved ones i remember and the fells we used to roam.
A many-a-mile of pasture walked before we made for home.
We listened to the curlew, and the skylark soaring high,
And the "Peewitting " of lapwings as they tumbled from the sky.
At night we,d sit in silence and listen to the sounds;
Of tawny owls and vixen, and the badgers underground,
We would listen to the ribble on its way towards the sea,
Nights to be remembered,with my nephew Ian and me.