-Within each frame, on every wall,

Fine scenes there are for one and all.

A pebbled beach, with surging sea,

Whose grasping waves, the stones fling free.

Cliffs, awesome, steep, like castle keep,

With overhangs, and chasms deep.

Oh! how I love to take my break,

And muse beside this tranquil lake.

While up above this tarn I see,

Clouds, Chasing clouds, fast, flowing, free.

When with the paintings in the room,

One gets away from doom and gloom.

So when you can, come, take a look,

Then leave your comment in the book. By Mr J R Mather,

Castle Street, Bolton.

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