Ghyll Poems - Poems about Ghyll

...Leaf It wasn’t the time to leave, but stem chewed and gale combined and the leaf fell. Hairstreak, full green not yet ready, not curled by summer’s end, crisped by West Coast salt, mottled by f......

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...Another moment goes by, another monumental stride day by day, year by year wind-borne dreams cascade amongst perpetual memories, gifts of light that penetrates through the windows of time, the cla......

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...It was a cloud burst on that ominous bleak stormy day The beck in ‘Johnny Walker’s Ghyll’ overflowed blocked our way. Yet with speculation and tenacity we kids waded Where ‘Back Lane’ once follo......

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...Wrapt in the otiose aumbry of pride A glede hythe a quiff will gust aside Her folly selcouth Binds her fast to her wanweird To speak ever sooth She is thrawn, my sister, my coëval Into fell Tr......

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...Childhood Theme Park In the shadow of Ilkley Moor, Cow and Calf rocks watch over. Growing up in a rural town, A childhood hillside rover. Flowing like the River Wharfe, Young days of endless ......

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...Generating a ring of bright waters, which currently meanders, ponders, and then streams - twitch ching reflexively as flora and fauna lap rich text chard liquid timelessly ......

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...He that walks most tall amongst men amongst men has the furthest to fall, when in ancient times in yonder Scar Ghyll brazen stood the hanging tree without redundancy. The morning had not yet spo......

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...A country yearns industry from assiduous minds revolutionary, cities conceived with mind set and skill yet lay insipid in the body of Britannia those in need of life’s blood, akin to human organ......

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...~The Green Eyed Lad~ Nah Then, I’d like to spin you a yarn and weave a story for you to enjoy It’s about a lad I know and I would have liked to have met as a boy He is well traveled an......

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...In ancient times in yonder Hebers Ghyll* alone stood the hanging tree--- stagnant redundancy. *Hebers Ghyll Ilkley West Yorshire UK © Harry J Horsman 2012......

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...To embrace life’s analytic myth to inspire nature’s symbolic smile, to manoeuvre amidst northern skies of blue to roam chauvinistic contours sensitive and true. To perceive inclement purple ......

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...The clouds wept that bleak stormy Wednesday The stream in the farm land ghyll overflowed. Shrouded within the moorland mist The water rose then rose and rose Yet with renewed hope an......

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...Moment by moment day by day, year by year. Wind-borne dreams cascading amongst perpetual memories, gifts of light that penetrates......

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