By Josie Whitehead
Perhaps you’ve walked a Yorkshire lane,
Or crossed the moors and cursed the rain?
'There’s never rain but always sun.'
Hmm – No there’s not - in Grassington.
Perchance you’ve climbed its cobbled streets;
Seen cottage gardens, small and neat,–
'And were the tourists having fun?'
Hmm - mostly, yes, in Grassington.
Did tiny gift shops lure you in,
Temptation waiting deep within?
'Is this where all the world has come?' -
Hmm - not quite all, to Grassington.
Do winding roads reach to the hills?
Were gardens packed with daffodils?
'And do folk hurry - every one?'-
Hmm – some folk do, in Grassington.
Here pubs serve food of English best,
And tired hill walkers sit and rest.
'The tallest tales on earth are spun' -
Hmm - not on your life, in Grassington.
It’s here that tourists never fail
To find this gem within Wharfedale.
'Darkness falls and day is done?'
Hmm! - The pubs think not, in Grassington!
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