Upon your banks I first knew love
Soft moss beneath me, sky above.
As shadows lengthened and eve drew nigh
Your beacon, bright like a winking eye
In youth I roamed your paths for hours
I felt no threat beneath your bowers.
When night departed and dawn was due
The sun arose to give a glorious view
Upon your summit I felt like a queen
Years have passed and much I’ve seen.
Your beacon like my sight now is dimmed
Many trees have been chopped, Forest thinned.
Unchangeable though wherever I may roam
When I see you stalwart Wrekin, I know I’m home.
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