Stiperstones Poem

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angela35
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Does anyone remember this poem? It was kindly sent to me by my  cousin who still lives in Shropshire, and was read to her by her Father as a child in the 1950's. She has given me permission to put it on this site hoping the people from the Stiperstones will remember it.

THE STIPERSTONES

T’was long ago the Ludlow people vexed the Devil very sore

He vowed to stone their homes and steeples until they were no more

On Cranberries Hill he then collected his apron full of rocks and stones

With these missiles he expected he could break the peoples bones

 

Swiftly crossing roads and rivers past the peasant  people's homes

Through the land of peaceful livers till he reached the Stiperstones

O’er the mountain dark and dreare hurried satan on his way

Vowing war and strife and riot on the people miles away

 

Suddenly the strings were broken in a heap the stones all fell

And he left them as a token of his presence there to tell

Then cursed he Ludlow and it’s tower from the top of Stiperstones

In the fury of the hour built a chair of rocks and stones

 

And tis said at midnight hour when the moon is rising high

Satan sits in state and power while the ghosts of dead men cry

Then the spirits gather round him as the moonbeams light the sky

And rejoyce that they have found him sitting in his royal chair

 

 

Martyn Freeth
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A new one to me, but perhaps not to locals. (Have sat in the Devil's Chair at midnight. Eerie, but that is from all the quartz shimmering in moonlight).

angela35
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Hi Martyn, don't think I'll try that one !!