We moved up North and settled down.
We moved to Egremont, a crying out town.
Crying out for money to be invested, alas!
Not too many people were interested. Alas.
The people are good, wholesome and true,
A community of strength, of township glue.
It has a church, a dentist and great vets,
It has a post office and shop selling pets.
It has a memorial where time stands still.
A grocers, a bakers sounding their tills.
Several schools, a library, even a bookies
And best of all Old Grandmas' cookies.
We moved up North to start afresh; anew.
We lost some friends but only a few;
Their 'last post' heard across the vale,
Echoing memories into far distant pale.
Not all was lost. As time went by
We made friends anew; the chosen few.
The snow capped mountains, crystal lakes.
All worthwhile, we did what it takes.
We moved up North and settled down,
We moved to Egremont, a crying out town.
Crying for money to be invested, alas!
Not too many people were interested. Alas.
Categories:
egremont, memorial, poverty,
Form: Rhyme