Anne lister wrote inside Anne Walkers bible, 1832-34

“There bends no roots so low but it may rise again.
Who that has that hope which human power nor gives nor takes can never feel forsaken or forlorn.”
God bless you my dearest Ann
Every affectionately and ever faithfully yours.

Among The Smokestacks
by Di Klepac

She is afraid her looks
Will be gone
By the time
She finds someone
And
We pass each other by
On the other side of the moon
Both sides
But tonight
I’ve nervously
Let everything down
In an attempt to dream
Among the smokestacks