Hopefully not to late for a short poem. Lanky Hill is twixt Grimston and Gayton in W. Norfolk.

I see me now upon the brow
Of dear old Lanky Hill.
One year she's brown
Another green,
Her wardrobe is so grand.
If ever her span
Is harmed by man I'll weep
But toast her stand.
So proud, so neutral
But, alas, so blind
To progress and mankind.

Posted By: bowfront1, Oct 8, 16:44:32