The river Hodder dreams

I wish we were in Clitheroe again

The Ribble and the Hodder meeting near

The generous food, the walks without a plan.

The Ribble valley is the finest here.

I wish we were together now and then

Should marriage do away with other friends?

If you decided where I could say when

Then the dove to us its peace would lend

In our childhood we don’t think of ends

Every day is infinite in joy

And we hide the toys that we can’t mend

You , every infant every girl and boy

I like to be in Bowland Forest now.

Be my guest and be my ghost somehow