Bolton Abbey Poem by Robert Merrett

Ancient lay the stones, solid and strong,
That frame the bright opening, the magic beyond.
A gate sits beckoning, wood worn smooth,
Travellers unknowing have polished its groove.
To the valley within, god painted this view,
The well trodden pathway leads me to you.
A shiny stream ribbon meanders and curls,
Its life giving water, cool babbles and swirls.
Nourished each side, grass grows so sweet,
Linked together ‘cross the water, here we will meet,
On stepping stones softened by nature's brut force,
Stride out, hold hands, tread boldly this course.
Gaze back at the arches of heavenly birth,
That rise on pillars made solid on earth.
Be still, hear chanting, harmonious tones,
That will stand up the hairs and enter the bones.