I sit here by the rivers brim,but i am not alone.

A thousand memories crowd my head, of freinds and family gone,

Loved ones i remember and the fells we used to roam.

A many-a-mile of pasture walked before we made for home.

We listened to the curlew, and the skylark soaring high,

And the "Peewitting " of lapwings as they tumbled from the sky.

At night we,d sit in silence and listen to the sounds;

Of tawny owls and vixen, and the badgers underground,

We would listen to the ribble on its way towards the sea,

Nights to be remembered,with my nephew Ian and me.