Charles Darwins House

Charles Darwin’s House

I was born in Darwin’s House,
After the Christmas of Fifty-Four,
Right on the Edge of Ilkley Moor,
Charles lived there, just a bit before.

St Winifred was its name in my day,
From Wells Terrace it evolved.
Darwin stayed there till the heat died down,
His works on Evolution solved.

Scientist, Biologist, very clever man,
His findings upset so many for so long.
Widely recognised as evolutions Bible,
So many swear, he got it wrong.
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Buck Avatar
May 27, 2019 at 5:26 PM
Kevin: I'm a Bible thumper myself but will tell you neither side probably understands the "real truth" of the matter. It's always dimmed by the perception of the talker. Thanks for sharing some past with all of us on the soup. oldbuck
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April 25, 2019 at 8:45 AM
It's a poem, a poem about a scientist and my link with a house we shared in times gone by. Yes he is dead but his works are proof of existence, regards Kevin
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