When you look up

At the stars at night,

The sky goes on forever

As if it's a dream

Or fantasy.

Take a closer look

You will surely find

Perhaps the answer

Was there all along

Just waiting,

And biding its time,

You were hoping for luck,

You were hoping for joy

Take a closer look

The hope that you

Were searching for

Was there

In your mind all the time. By Mary Marsh

Keighley, Bolton

Converted for the new archive on 14 July 2000. Some images and formatting may have been lost in the conversion.