Hannah Hauxwell

A dales women
A spinster
On an isolated farm
With an utter realization
That her idealistic calm
Stemmed from her surroundings
Her Low Birkhatt farm was where
Such an inspirational quality
Which was why she was living there

Essentially the beauty
The simplicity of life
Inherent in her being
With her quota of strife
Based on her surroundings
Transcending all she saw
She had her own identity
And her genuineness for sure

High up in North Yorskhire
With a winter biting hard
Many feet of good old snow
But nothing really scarred
Her true resolve to prosper
In a land where she was sold
No electrics no running water
And in Winter it was cold

A fire she had a fire
And coal, and bought it when she could
She never really had much
But for her the fire was good
Not one for eating lots of stuff
She lived on simple fair
Approxinatly £6 per month
She was so aware

Collecting water from the stream
And a stove in which she would boil
She never went to market
But she knew how to toil
Always really rosy cheeked
With waves of silver hair
She had the barest necessities
With little else to spare

The brutal land of teesdale
High hills had to see
In Winter snow fell from the sky
And enveloped and she would be
Inside her stone cottage
She loved serenity
The twilight of the moment
And the feeling of being free

She loved the scenic wisdom
The beautiful blue skies
The wind the pulled emotion
And really as you rise
Upwards in the morning
Dress and look away
Across the far horizons
Into a brand new day

The plainess of the outside view
Meant everything for she
Was so in love with the countryside
For this is where she be
Looking after a steer of sorts
When sold in a whole year
The income paid for the food she bought
She said that with a tear

She never ever married
Never found the man
Her pleasure was the countryside
It was where she began
To understand the meaning
Of life in them their hills
Astonished by the colours
That just gave her the chills

Her union with a heaven
Connected to it all
Clearly born of tenacity
When the wind did crawl
Across the open moorlands
Almost up to the sky
She felt its integrity
Which was really why

She enjoyed the wholesomeness
The solidarity
Unbroken really was her love
For all the world so free
No money in her pocket
But the scenery where she
Put her eyes to wonder
Where on else she might now be

They called it Hannahs meadow
Durham’s Wildlife Trust
Her taking from a bullock sale
280 must
Have really been a struggle
For all the food and coal
But she lived there alone and proud
A really special soul

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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