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In honour of Yorkshire Day - 1st August 2018:

OWT ELSE PALES WHEN COMPARED T’ TH’ DALES

There’s more than just the one Clapham

Not only the big ugly one down South

The one up North; in’t Dales as it happens

Much sought out by walkers, word of mouth

 Them to challenge. No mean feat, nor heaven sent

Infamous in this land many oft of them do speak

Mighty Whernside, Ingleborough and Pen Y Ghent

Climb them. Do it, and conquer those three peaks

 What to say about Malham? Quaint

Janet’s Foss. Its world-famous cove

Nestled cosy in its self-named dale. Ain’t

It a special northern treasure trove

 ‘Til all at once the peace is broken

Hoards arrive for to soak up the charm

They ramble and gambol and cycle. Spirits awoken

Slurp iced cream and then walk the tarn

 In Kettlewell - yeah that’s a place mate

Each year hold a famous festival

Folk descend on it for fair and fete

Stuff straw in old used clothes; a spectacle

 To honour ol’ Worzel scarecrows fashioned out

Created to be shown off. Loud and proud

A village that knows what good fun is about

Happy always to delight all its visiting crowds

 In sleepy Settle where marks the start

Of the most epically scenic road of rail

Fine stone buildings; elegant and smart

Impress. Delight, and charm without fail

  From here if you were to catch a train

Look out of the window and you’re hooked

As the clackety clack; wheels on track beat refrain

Dance you magically in awe; o’er Ribblehead Viaduct

 Mile upon mile of dry stone wall. As a jigsaw complete

Limestone pavement with its grikes and its clints

High moorland landscape. Awesome; dramatic, and replete

Silent cool gorges and waterfalls through which sun glints

 So be it Fossdale. Coverdale. Grisedale, or Little

Ribblesdale. Garsdale. Wensleydale, or Dent

Wharfedale. Nidderdale. Widdale, or Litton

Like sweet Yorkshire Mixture we each have our bent

 A landmark. Favourite view of this land that we roam

Dramatic valley. Special place where memories made

For me times in Grisedale; dale that died ends this poem

Sleepy stunning and haunting. Charms that never will fade

 ©pofacedpoetry (Billy Reynard-Bowness 2018 – All rights reserved)

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Yorkshire Dales