Tow’d Pinnacle – Poem by Jacob Rigg, Keighley
It wor nobbud a pile a stones
Built on a jutting rock;
It faced all weathers around,
And stood rude nature’s shock.
T’owd Pinnacle!
A landmark true and bold,
You couldn’t miss if you tried;
Whativver happened below
It nivver turned aside –
T’Owd Pinnacle!
It dates fra sturdy Cromwell’s time,**
A cenotaph of war;
A son of noble birth had died,
And grief and trouble reared.
T’Owd Pinnacle!
But all us fowk i’t’valley,
At sees it ivvery day;
We think no more about it:
We know its come to stay –
T’Owd Pinnacle!
But if ya hev to leave it
An seek your fortune far,
It sticks inside your memory,
A steady guiding star –
T’Owd Pinnacle!
It seems ta talk o’t times at’s past,
An them ye’ll see no more.
An maks a mist come ta your e’e,
For all at’s gone afore –
T’Owd Pinnacle!
It’s a rocky owd corner at best;
A tumult of nature fer sure;
When storm clouds and thunders prevail
Ya think of its awsomeness more –
T’Owd Pinnacle!
But in all t’ wide vally of Aire,
Wi monny a lofty scar,
Few scenes are so pleasant and fair
T’OWD PINNACLE!
By Jacob Rigg, Keighley. **See article Wainman’s Pinnacle – Why and When it was built.