18 January 2013
Before you set foot on the Not Often Crossed Bridge Stop and look up high to the snow capped ridge Just below the high hill top sits a very deep pool Where lives an old man who some have called a fool
His little house lies on the dark side of this hill Where sits a once working Victorian woollen mill It sits up so high the trees cannot grow The bitter wind even keeps away the carrion crow
The crumbling chimney trails smoke night and day From afar it looks like its made from potters clay No one knows what he does up there all alone I've heard that he does not even have a telephone
Then after a year it became suddenly clear There was something going on that was very queer The police had arrived in their droves one day A helicopter came and took the old man away
Dozens of trucks kept trundling up and down the hill What on earth was going on up at that old deserted mill It was our local bobby PC Hemp that gave us the lead This little old man had been growing tons of the most amazing weed
The Not Often Crossed Bridge • Opuss № I