The Beast Of Beeston Tor Poem by David Pass

From north to south two small rivers flow
Through limestone rock in valleys green.
The Manifold and Dove - gentle and slow.
A narrow neck of land between.

And on this neck lies Wetton village
Steep valleys lie on either side.
To the west a steep hill to a bridge,
A twisty road and far from wide.

Half way down I stopped for a rockfall
And through a hedge I saw a cow
Which had fallen through a fence and wall
I wanted to free the beast but how?

I went to the farm to let them know.
When I got back the cow had slipped
Half down the bank to the road below.
On its back – head first it tipped.

I moved all the rocks from under it
And freed its feet from branch and briar.
It slid down to the road bit by bit
Though now it was starting to tire.

The farmer came with a rope and digger
And I went as he didn’t need me.
I biked up the track by the river.
Two hours later the road was free.