The following is a transcription of a work by Saddleworth poet Ammon Wrigley
Spring in the North Country
- From the arms of haggard winter,
- From the wan, decrepit days,
- Skin and bone, she feebly falters
- Up the bare, penurious ways.
- O’er the dead and shrivelled bracken,
- Past the starved and shivering trees,
- Where the sleet winds, lean and hungry,
- Gnaw the rags about her knees.
- Raw-boned March, a surly miser,
- Gives her food and lodging poor,
- Till some passing elf of sunshine
- Gently opens April’s door.
- Then the April whim and caprice
- Flings the maiden scorn and jest,
- Till at length her flouting tempers
- Melt to love around her guest.
- May then greets her warm with passion,
- Knows her fair and sweet and good;
- Leads her to the gates of summer,
- Grown to perfect womanhood!