Mow Cop Castle

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Stark in bleak chill landscape

Outlined 'gainst grey-washed skies

The ruined Mow Cop castle

Looks out through sightless eyes

High upon its towering ridge

With Staffordshire below

As down through muddy woodland paths

The hopeful walkers go

A forecast with just constant rain

And early morning fears

Forgotten as the grey clouds part

And timid sun appears.