"pendle" poems - Hello Poetry

Like a maestro on her rostrum she waves her arms, conducting a symphony of clouds and sun, synchronizing showers with sleet and snow. Or a white witch casting her spells on Lakeland fells and Pendle Hill, from Morecambe Bay to Liverpool, where slave ghosts haunt the cotton coast, from Merseyside to Manchester, then chants she changes over Cheshire. She weaves her isotherms and bars through the warp and weft of our map, wreathing those Western Approaches, where siren sea nymphs shimmer.

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Mar 18, 2016

Mar 18, 2016 at 11:07 AM UTC

tony-luxton

Weathercast

Like a maestro on her rostrum she waves her arms, conducting a symphony of clouds and sun, synchronizing showers with sleet and snow. Or a white witch casting her spells on Lakeland fells and Pendle Hill, from Morecambe Bay to Liverpool, where slave ghosts haunt the cotton coast, from Merseyside to Manchester, then chants she changes over Cheshire. She weaves her isotherms and bars through the warp and weft of our map, wreathing those Western Approaches, where siren sea nymphs shimmer.

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Lancaster Castle, partly built in the 13th century and enlarged by Elizabeth I, stands on the site of a Roman garrison. Lancaster Castle is well known as the site of the Pendle witch trials in 1612. It was said that the court based in the castle (the Lancaster Assizes) sentenced more people to be hanged than any other in the country outside of London, earning Lancaster the nickname, "the Hanging Town".[18]....(nicked from Wikipedia) I am skint bin t' bank 'and not a Franc or Sou for you', they said, but I'm not fussed, been bust before just have to work and earn some more. Thee can't be hung more than once tha' knows.

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Feb 13, 2015

Feb 13, 2015 at 7:49 AM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Twins

Lancaster Castle, partly built in the 13th century and enlarged by Elizabeth I, stands on the site of a Roman garrison. Lancaster Castle is well known as the site of the Pendle witch trials in 1612. It was said that the court based in the castle (the Lancaster Assizes) sentenced more people to be hanged than any other in the country outside of London, earning Lancaster the nickname, "the Hanging Town".[18]....(nicked from Wikipedia) I am skint bin t' bank 'and not a Franc or Sou for you', they said, but I'm not fussed, been bust before just have to work and earn some more. Thee can't be hung more than once tha' knows.

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Ailsa Craig, Ailsa Craig. Ailsa Craig Why can't I have you instead of Kelsea,Kelsea,Kelsea, what a favorite of the showbench. Give me Leak the Lyon anytime in favour of Pendle Improved. Onions are for eating, flavour is more important to hell who wins on the show day.

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Nov 30, 2012

Nov 30, 2012 at 3:45 PM UTC

topaz-oreilly

Showbench

Ailsa Craig, Ailsa Craig. Ailsa Craig Why can't I have you instead of Kelsea,Kelsea,Kelsea, what a favorite of the showbench. Give me Leak the Lyon anytime in favour of Pendle Improved. Onions are for eating, flavour is more important to hell who wins on the show day.

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How cool the woodland carpet feels Under tender barefoot heels Days of laughter, childhood rambles Emerging from the leafy brambles Over the stile and down the dell Breathing the dark mushroomy smells Sandra, Davy, me and Jill Climb the slope to Pendle Hill ~ Buttercup pollen on calf and shoe Whisper grass still wet with dew Up and down we ran and ran "Catch me; catch me, if you can” Cross-legged in the birch tree shade Stolen apples, lemonade The happy times I remember still Of summertime on Pendle Hill ~ Tired from racing chasing games We gather round the campfire flames Tell the tales of pirates bold Of sailing ships and Spanish gold High above this fabled land You snuggle close and take my hand Safe and warm from twilights chill First love bloomed on Pendle Hill.

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Jan 26, 2018

Jan 26, 2018 at 7:03 AM UTC

john-lock

Pendle Hill.

How cool the woodland carpet feels Under tender barefoot heels Days of laughter, childhood rambles Emerging from the leafy brambles Over the stile and down the dell Breathing the dark mushroomy smells Sandra, Davy, me and Jill Climb the slope to Pendle Hill ~ Buttercup pollen on calf and shoe Whisper grass still wet with dew Up and down we ran and ran "Catch me; catch me, if you can” Cross-legged in the birch tree shade Stolen apples, lemonade The happy times I remember still Of summertime on Pendle Hill ~ Tired from racing chasing games We gather round the campfire flames Tell the tales of pirates bold Of sailing ships and Spanish gold High above this fabled land You snuggle close and take my hand Safe and warm from twilights chill First love bloomed on Pendle Hill.

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