...Little birdie flying high Dropped a message out of the sky; "Ooh!" said the farmer, wiping his eye, "It's a jolly good thing my cows don't fly." (trad., I think)...
Poem 114 of 230: CLITHEROE CASTLE'S VIEWS - SUMMER 2000
From outside metres-thick wall (Down on leafy grounds grown tall, Then across stony households To lush-green sheep-grazing folds, And up further to the moor), Clitheroe Castle's views soar.