Ammon Wrigley - "Springtime Calling"

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

Springtime Calling

With a good steak in my pocket,
And by feet in tramping shoon;
I’ll away out on the moorlands,
From the sunrise to the moon;
For I hear the springtime calling,
Where there’s room to breathe and stride,
And the heather’s blithe with weddings
Of the moorcock and his bride.
Though I love the lanes and fieldpaths,
Though I’m happy out of doors,
Yet I’ve never known a rapture
Like a day upon the moors:
There I find no walls and hedgerows,
All is open, wild and free;
And there the little streams begin
Their long journey to the sea.
I say good night, grouse and curlew,
When I take the homeward way;
From my heart I thank the Giver,
For the glory of a day:
O’er the hill-tops I go striding,
Singing “Jockey to the Fair,”
Till it makes my feet grow lighter,
And I seem to walk on air.
On and on and ever westwards,
All my dust and cobwebs shed;
Till at last I come at bedtime
To the lights of Waterhead.