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2018 Show


The first meeting to plan the Langcliffe Show 2018 will be held on Sunday 18th March at 4.00p.m. in the Institute.


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The 2016 Poetry Winner
Generations
My grandson’s hair’s a stubbled patch of corn.
His sturdy limbs betoken farming stock.
His seriousness, a trait since he was born.
Is lightened by self-deprecating mock.
His sister, by a different father bred,
Is merry, dark and scatter-brainly mad.
Yet her shy smile’s at times the silken thread
That tugs my heart for then I see my dad.
My daughter looks Italian like her Mum.
Our get-together days are fierce and loud.
The Irish gift of gab finds no-one dumb:
Our DNA makes us a motley crowd.
Viking, Italian, Celtic strut their part,
Blood in the melting-pot of my proud heart.
                                                               T. Cobbleigh