T’ Owd .Nurse speaks:
THOO climbs at dusk to brekkon hills
A-seekin’ a dancin’ star,
An’ nobody will iver larn
Thoo to see things as they are:
T’ dancin’ star is nobbut t’ tale
‘At elders tell a bairn,
So whya leave a cosy hearth
To seek by an owd cairn,
Up amang clouds, at t’ edge o’ dark,
Summat thoo’ll nivver finnd?
It wur far easier, luve, to bit
An’ bridle t’ nor’east wind.
Be content wi’ what thoo has
For happen if thoo roped
Thi star, thoo’d maist likely finnd
It less nor thoo had hoped; . . .
An’ it’s an awful waste o’ time-
Noo, help me mend this sheet,
Put brekkon hills oot’ o’ thi mind
An’ bide indoors at neet.
(Dorothy Una Ratcliffe)
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