The depth of your green makes my heart yearn for home
My soul cherishes the moments we share
Rolling hills house untold beauty
The glories of creation never more spectacular
Sheep quietly discuss the day
While a beck winds its way
Towards a thunderous waterfall
Which feeds a magnificent oasis of ecology
Coal fire smoke hangs on the crisp air
As frost crunches underfoot
The traveler enters an ancient stone building
Welcomed by strange voices and perfect ale
Such diversity, such beauty
What comfort and peace
My mind takes me there
As I plan a visit, home to Yorkshire
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