Rainy day in Knaresborough
At the platform, I leave the train
Returning to this lovely market town
Walking through softly falling rain
Viaduct over river Nidd flows down
Knaresborough Castle in ruined state
Retains a grandeur in remaining wall
And I ponder its rise to majesty, its fate
Walk by moat gardens, towers tall
Glistening pavements, it is raining still
I pass Blind Jack Metcalf in the square
Have a coffee and a cake, to hunger fill
Pass by the church, just time to spare
Now I’m waiting at the station, for my train
Beautiful memories, despite the falling rain
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