Up north they work in mills
and wear cloth caps and clogs.
They climb the steepest hills
and grope their way through fogs. Continue reading “Up North, Down South”
Everyone's a Batley Poet
Everyone's a Batley Poet
Up north they work in mills
and wear cloth caps and clogs.
They climb the steepest hills
and grope their way through fogs. Continue reading “Up North, Down South”