Shrewsbury

A Memory of Shrewsbury.

I lived here for a while before I moved to East Anglia.
My mother still lives here and I visit her at least twice a year.
On my last visit we went up to the top of the Lord Hill momument - it looks relatively small until you get up to the top - we crept nervously around the railed parapet!
I worked at Hall Engineering where I served an apprenticeship and was in Shropshire`s top `group` at the time - 'The Karacters' (well, we were on an equal par with the Astronauts).
I have fond memories of my time in this historic town.

The White lady.

In Shropshire-beautiful county full of intrigue and mysterious event,
this folklore story abounds apparently she, without malicious intent,
`lady of Haughmond Abbey, roams often just outside the market town,
this lonely and seemingly dejected figure, shrouded in flowing white gown,
at dusk when the mist lies low over this peaceful site, she silently glides
this ethereal figure, a resident from the past, in the ancient stones resides.

Was she spurned or excommunicated for some `innocent` wicked deed,
would the monks who lie elsewhere, long in eternal slumber, now heed,
her plight to keep this everlasting vigil for her soul, repose it cannot find,
her destiny is locked here –she seeks the answer long sought by mankind,
it`s an enigmatic puzzle for contemporary thought a riddle that does test
and question our very existence and for what reason, she cannot find rest.

Allen Warrender 15/4/2016.