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A Kreepy Tale for Kids ... or Adults who are Afraid of the Dark.

The eerie, silent shadows
By moonlight’s silver cast
Make even strong hearts weaken
And pulses stammer fast.
Flesh creeps; you start to shiver
As if winter’s icy blast
Or a cold, foreboding something
Has just gone gliding past.
You want to look behind you
But you know you’ll look your last.
So, you keep your eyes peeled forward
And you start to run on...FAST....
What’s that rustle?...Something moving
In the darkness, inky vast?
Mustn’t panic,
Just keep going,
One more doorway,
Home. AT LAST!
MD/DD

Crich Carol

The usual repertoire of Christmas carols has been augmented over the last few years by traditional local carols collected in some of the villages of north Derbyshire and south Yorkshire. Some even made it onto ‘Songs of Praise’ last year. It occurred to me that if Hathersage, Foolow and Castleton have their own ancient carols, why shouldn’t Crich? So this very ancient one was recently ‘discovered’ and a tune is currently undergoing ‘discovery’. It might even have its world premier this Christmas!

Where the cold wind roars from off the Tors
A donkey trod all dreary
From Galilee to the Jubilee,
Bearing Mary maid so weary.
To the tiny town it came slow down
So limp and chilled scarce breathing,
And turned its face to the Market Place
With carts and kine all seething.
And the folk made way and spread fine hay
And stroked the beast so sweetly,
And from the trough it drank enough
Made new its strength completely.
Then Mary maid she up and said
Because thou’st shown such charity,
This trough hereby will ne’er run dry
A well spring for eternity.
For at my breast this child hath blessed
This water clear and drenching,
Be ye ne’er so nesh it will refresh
And thirst will need no quenching.
And where I stand the village band
And folk in yearly mooting
With carolling and hymns to sing
The Christ babe all saluting.