A poem about Nenthead

Nenthead, a village in the hills

Where the air is fresh and the silence stills

A place of peace and tranquility

With a beauty that's not forgotten easily

The landscape here is rugged and wild

With peaks that tower and valleys so mild

The heather blooms in purple hues

And the streams that sparkle like diamond dews

The mining history runs deep here

With tales of grit and of pioneer

But now the mines are silent and still

And the hills echo with nature's thrill

The skies are dark and the stars so bright

A stargazer's dream, an awe-inspiring sight

And as the sun sets on another day

We're reminded of the beauty that's here to stay

Nenthead, a village in the hills

Where time seems to stand still

A place of peace and serenity

Forever etched in our memory.