Esp Lane 2
Twisting and turning
Follow the lane to Brown Hill
It rises and falls.
See the distant hills
Stark against the burning sky
The sun is sinking.
Shades of brooding green
Weets Hill overlooks the town
The shadows lengthen.
Steep and rugged fell
Up around the top and down
Running like the wind.
Run rabbits, run fast
Foggy Whippet is faster
But he stops to bark.
Standing on Brown Hill
The Bowland Knotts are on view
Many miles away.
Around the meadows
Bob the dog is lying low
He s afraid of cows.
Mr Fox is hungry
Moving like a thief at night
Silent and deadly.
Soft and gentle stream
Winding past the ancient trees
Basil likes to roll.
Midgeholes at twilight
Mystic power in the woods
The land is silent.
The deer are coming
Silently as drifting smoke
To drink from the stream.
Crafty Collie Lad
No-one sees him sneak behind
The Saluki squeals.
