Good Morning /Evening Wibsey ; As night draws the curtain,s of day close here on the slopes of the wild and beautiful Pennines and the rain clouds hasten the darkness the wind whistles through the branches of the tree,s and carries the voices in a heavenly chorus of loved ones lost to the emptiness of time Wibsey stumbles into the unknown grip of darkness across the village rays of light and hope shine from out the little windows that have gazed at history down the years and like a good friend held its secrets close to its heart never betraying or reveling what they have seen Just as the little birds and wild life are part of the fabric of this tiny community so also are the stone slated roof.s and the yorkstone wall,s and if we can hold all these things together in the grasp of friendship we will survive and weather what ever storm and threatening mysterious mist that roll,s down the slopes of these age old hills xx
Posted on: Thu, 15 Aug 2013 19:23:26 +0000
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