Kirby Grindalythe, Yorkshire
Mr David Oglesby, my esteemed friend,
Almost brought these rambling to an end
Kirby Grindalythe was his suggestion
Causing a temporary mental congestion.
Its only real claim to fame,
The Norse origin of the name,
Which the years have changed, so,
For a bated breath waiting nation
Kirby Grindalythe roughly means
In it’s modern day translation,
Village with church on the slope
Of the Valley with the Cranes.
Ancient settlement founded by
Those once marauding Danes,
At Sledmere Hall, Sir Tatton Sykes
In his sustained cultural drive
Finished restoring the old church,
Eighteen hundred and seventy five
The latest available Census
Of two thousand and eleven
Records a population of just
Two Hundred and ninety seven.
Of commercial services
There were no traces
No shops, no pubs but just
Ninety two dwelling places
It’s only just an eight mile hop
Into Malton for a weekly shop.
The Great Wold Valley is
Where this hamlet is hiding
Within the county boundaries of
The historic Old East Riding
A winterbourne stream, The Gypsey Race
Still gently flows through the place.
So, Ive tried to do my bounden duty,
To record this place of rural beauty.
Though I may have failed Mr Osgerby’s test
I’ve so tried, Dear Reader, to do my very best.
Copyright © Terry Ireland | Year Posted 2022
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