The heather

After marriage we went to the North
Putting down our roots by others’ hearths.
We roamed  the hills and dales and lay down too
The heather is as warm as  it is purple blue
All the world dwelt  on the Cleveland hills
Where bees blossom, where the heart is thrilled
In the distance from the A19
We saw the sun set  in a flush and dream
His father died and now we had to go
With  mother’s home made bread  with well proved dough
With heather honey and a cake  with jam
Sandwiches well filled and not by Spam
Across the Valley of the  widening Tees
The hills stood out  like  faces in the breeze
The shape affects  the heart  as prophets knew
The landscape is well known,oh honeydew