Memories of Yorkshire - before the blame-gaming injuries

My brother is in so much pain
That all he seems able to do
Is push away a rock called blame
So that it's weight lies on another

Near Ilkley Moor we knew better
Playing on Brimham Rocks
Running between these weather-beaten boulders
We then climbed higher, and got the big view

May my family go beyond pushing boulders
on each other's feet
Well before Dad dies
May we transcend once more
And sit together on the boulders
Enjoying a sometimes bleak yet "grand" and united view.
(That's where well-facilitated dialogue Leeds.)


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