This poem is a homage to my Cumbrian (north-west England) roots and contains several words from the Cumbrian dialect.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cumbrian_dialect
Garn Yam.
True North lights the way,
to wondrous scent and craggy seams,
Meby of night-kissed slape dark stone,
or shillies and clear diamond tarn,
Paths leading ever down to 'd edge,
of dreams in summer or winter,
Misty motion divn't blur and bluebell-like beauty,
dwells down every sunny lonnin.
But thew would ever stay,
never leave if hearts interned here,
chess thy dreams to an end,
awez to the heights and let loose,
Wherst thy soul is exiled,
but must return to worldly glooms and darkness.
Marra when wondrous storybooks close,
Yon hopes seem faded, broken,
And a rainbow ending reveals nowt,
A dawn of false hope encloses thine heart,
And deepened darkness blankets all,
Look to old North Angleland, Cumberland!
Though in love thew meby exiled,
In days lost in misty youth, abiding is her beauty,
And the laal cairns endure foreigners,
Mighty Skiddaw stands, embraces Mother Nature,
Djarn ages work in the blink of an eye.
Ars always with thee, Fell Land, Lakeland,
Though ever the stranger in all but blood.
{c} N. C. Fortune. May 2009.
thues nut a cumbrian,so as garn yam to lowp a five bar yat
scawdale 1 year ago 2
@scawdale Haha nice one marra good luck with leggin it over that gate! :D
Nigelcf 1 year ago
But thoo's a southerner marra!
fullspeadahead 2 years ago
Hehe nay lad. As Midlands born wi' West Cumbrian blood! :-}
Nigelcf 2 years ago
Jolly good job!!
janeczka 2 years ago
Cheers Janeczka! Glad you liked it :-)
Nigelcf 2 years ago