Resilience And More

Majestic views stretch far and wide—
A place steeped in history, pride.
Where tales of resilience and challenge reside,
Woven into the landscape, side by side.

The moors, a ghostly sight.
Ruins stand—lost in time.
Weathered walls, silent witnesses be,
To forgotten tales of hardship and glee.
Stone and mortar, crumbled and worn,
Echoes of love and labour forlorn.
Once a haven in the rolling heath,
Now a poignant reminder of the Reaper’s reach.

Through countless seasons, bared to the gales,
These ruins have weathered many tales—
Of families toiling through blood and sweat,
Their dreams and sorrows, forever unwet.
Sheep and cattle once grazed the land,
Their hoofprints imprinted where they once did stand.
Now their echoes drift on the moorland breeze,
Lost in time as the honeyed sun sets with ease.
The earth, a tapestry rich and profound,
Of struggles and triumphs that still resound.
These ruins stir emotions deep—
A solemn promise of memories to keep.

So let us pause as we wander by,
And ponder the lives that once reached high.
In these ruins lies the pulse of the moors,
A whispering reminder of what time ensures.
For within these hallowed walls of yore,
Lies a timeless tale of resilience—and more.