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Sympathetic Restoration

Past the old Whiting Mill
Standing there alone,
Lying in its shadow
The old quern stone,
Footsteps echo loudly
As we walk the underpass
Over  muddy duck boards
On to slippy damp grass.
Once called Little Switzerland,
Playground to generations past,
This historic old quarry
Has been restored at last.
Now a nature park, half wild
Yet sympathetically tamed
This once industrial site
So carefully reclaimed
In its managed setting
Now helps to preserve
Both the flora and fauna
In its enclosed reserve.
Overlooked by the Bridge,
Standing by Hessle foreshore,
A place to meander and walk
To contemplate and restore
That peace of soul and mind,
That contentment to be found
From the simple pleasure
Of freely wandering around.
This quarry pit, painfully hewn
By hard labour of the past,
Now a place of tranquillity
Returned to nature at last.

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