Ancient Routes by Peter Doody.
Thru ancient banks of ash and briar,
Onwards flowing to never tire,
Passing moor, mine and mill,
Never quiet, never still,
Flows sweet Calder from western streams,
Ever eastward with my dreams,
Older than time, younger than the sky,
No ebb or flow or time or tide,
Natures path thy only guide,
To take thee onward to the Aire,
To flow again over flat terrain,
Flow sweet river flow,
My beautiful river of dreams,
In graceful meandering slumber,
Thy mother there waits for thee
The majestic Mighty Humber.
© Peter Doody.
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