Winter Hill Sunday - 5th September 2021
When Sunday came, with strong footwear,
warmed by the words of Bolton’s mayor,
from Halliwell to Smithills Moor,
we followed those who walked before,
and fought for access, just and fair.
Anticipation everywhere,
one thousand hopes that filled the air,
in celebration of outdoors,
when Sunday came.
On Winter Hill, together there,
still talking of a fight to share,
this treasured land of mine and yours,
places, spaces, we might explore,
with rights to roam and breathe clean air,
when Sunday came.
Copyright © Martin Challender | Year Posted 2024
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