There’s a small market town in North Yorkshire,
Past which the sands of time hurry by.
Yet somehow they miss these quaint cobbled streets,
Letting history remain where it lies.
The boats on this spur to the castle,
Carry people now, not stone,
But the stones from which this town is built,
Ensure its history will always be known.
(Skipton, North Yorkshire, England. March 2015) (Click Photos to enlarge)
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