Ammon Wrigley Appreciation Society

An appreciation of the works of Ammon Wrigley

His was the sweet and generous soul
That loved not self alone
But to our poorer natures gave
The fragrance of his own
Winds of the Pennines fresh and free
You were ever good friends to me
Out on the moors from morn till eve
Happy with you and loath to leave
So over the hills I’ll take my way
And mate with the wild and free
Till my dust is flung to the winds
In my hill country