The Crisp White Canvas The Pack Horse Inn Hebden Bridge

Pack horse inn, Hebden bridge

Pack horse inn, Hebden bridge

The Crisp White Canvas The Pack Horse Inn Hebden Bridge

As I walked and walked, my legs began to tire,
I searched for a spot to rest, to quell the burning fire.

I found a farm track by a little stream,
The gentle sound of water was like a peaceful dream.
I sat down and listened to its tranquil sound,
My fatigue slowly fading, my spirit unbound.

Patchy clouds streaked the skies above,
As I sat in awe, surrounded by love.
Nature’s beauty, in all its glory —
I was lost in the moment, immersed in its story.

In front of me stood the Pack Horse Inn,
Its windows reflecting the moorland within.
A field of untouched snow, glistening bright,
As the sun shone down with all its might.
The snow shimmered like diamonds in the light —
A magical moment. Oh, what a sight.

The crisp white canvas beckoned me to play,
To leave my mark in a chaotic way.
As I sat, taking it all in,
I felt a joy stir deep within.
I closed my eyes and drew a deep breath —
In this moment, there was no fear or death.
Just the beauty of nature, its peaceful embrace —
A feeling so pure, it could never be replaced.

The tiredness in my legs began to fade,
As I basked in the beauty that nature had made.
So here I sat in this tranquil scene,
Grateful for a rest, and all I had seen.
In this moment, I found my retreat —
And in nature’s arms, I found my peace.

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