Ammon Wrigley - "Apology"

The following is a transcription of a work by Saddleworth poet Ammon Wrigley (1861-1946).


I was bred on the cold grey hills
In the years when life was stern,
When work had left the old hand-loom
And wages were hard to earn.
And lean days gripped my father’s hearth—
With nothing to spend on books,
And the little I know was learned
From folk in the ingle nooks.
Too true, that I have dimmed the light!
Too true, that I’ve blurred the fair!
But maybe I have freshened a scene
With a breath of moorland air.
But whatever I’ve writ—is writ,
Whether it be blest or curst,
O remember the little that’s good
And forgive and forget the worst.

Ammon Wrigley - "Apology"


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