Wednesday, 15 June 2011

My Mountain


Whistling Wind leaves me high, upon a Mountain in the Sky
Suddenly i begin to fall a dream i feel engulfing all
Scratching down my Mountain side the ink runs dry, my lovers cry 
I hit the ground pieces brake with pain that echo's my Mountains shake

Lonely Clouds drifting by, dreams become
a clear Blue Sky
Daunting not this Dream to me a
story of clear Sky's to be

Least forget i beg of thee
a Mountain tall to set me free

Copyright ©Sally Jacobs 13/06/2011



Tuesday, 7 June 2011

Tears


Tears are like shadows rolling down a sad lonely face with a displaced crown
Joy is a concept all should know, an unlikely event all aglow

Fear should diminish after a dream, the nightmare begin's and is not what it seems

Friendship's a neighbour solid and true who's there at the beginning and true to you

Love is devotion but nether the less hurts like a pain you'll never forget

Death is a traitor we all one day meet, packing a punch as you lay at its feet

Life is a concept that's honest and true, things I have said are they clear to you!!!

Copyright ©Sally Jacobs 07/06/2011

Sunday, 15 May 2011

A Stolen Kiss


A need of tears come drowning fears
As lovers gain alone i wait and 
claim these songs forever dear

Want not grief alone i call
a heart all black without a soul

A kiss of poison fruitful not
a ghost of yesteryear forgot

In drinking up i do but climb
a structure all but standing time

Herald awakes this kiss to take
a stolen memory a heart to brake

Nothing more my face is not
a paleness all but time forgot

Forgiveness to ask i never hear
my memory, this story i ask you dear

Take my lips within this face cherish
my heart they do replace

Bring me back my soul to join these
lips warm and tender mine
copyright ©sallyjacobs 15/05/2011


Monday, 28 March 2011

Bone's

Caressing future's not yet sold
Un wrapping secret's all but told
Delivering Evil's all undone
Devouring justice all but done
Follow to this gaping hole
Teeth white, sharp grinding mouth
Making mine this end un known
Souls fall free are all but bone
All of time becoming one setting free there's justice won
Spirits escape from the jaw's
Luminosity endeavours to be your's
Crunching grinding absorbing all till dust delivers ether's pure
Standing stone's tumble down burning flag forever more
Persona's pure wasting time

Fighting simplified treasure's find

Copyright  ©sallyjacobs 27/03/2011

Wednesday, 9 March 2011

Snowdrops dance

Pure white Snowdrops so innocent its clear
dance in the undergrowth this time of Year

Spring flowers listen from deep in the ground
wait for sweet music to begin its sound

Grass turning greener day by day 
not yet ready for sweet Summers hay

Joyful Lambs frolic sounding their hooves
bleating for Mama needing her food

Bird song vibrant singing all
wallowing Willows standing tall

Here forth spring shoots 
from dead wood salvaged

This time shows life so constant and clear
nothings more beautiful at this time of Year

Copyright ©Sally Jacobs

        


Friday, 4 March 2011

Fylde Windmills

"The Fylde coast used to be known as 'Windmill Land' for a very good reason. The Fylde has a major natural resource - the wind - which was why there were so many windmills around the coast before coal put them out of business.

There were at one time over 40 windmills, watermills and post (peg) mills in the Fylde and Over Wyre.

Lytham Windmill ~ 
was built on what is now Lytham Green in 1805, it was worked until 1919. A "Windy Milne", shows on a fragment of a 17th century plan clearly having a post mill standing 
between Lytham Hall and St Cuthbert's Church.

Damside
Windmill ~ in Pilling was built to replace a wooden post mill. It was built in 1808 by Ralph Slate whom also built Clifton and Thornton Mills. It was built on a reed bed and has a lower course of sandstone which is surmounted by bricks. It is 30 foot in diameter at the base tapering to 17 feet at the curb.It had two double shuttered sails and two common sails that turned in anti-clockwise direction. The mill was the tallest in the Fylde.

Little Marton
Windmill ~ was recorded on Yates map of 1786 as a post mill. The land was owned by the Clifton Estate. John Talbot Clifton - decided to dispose of the land at Little Marton, Cornelius Bagot bought the mill in 1922 with the surrounding fields and the miller’s cottage. The Bagot’s also lived for a long time in Grahams House on the opposite side of the road to the mill (sadly it lies in ruins now) it was originally the Old Coaching House, an Inn for weary travellers on the old Roman Road that went to Kirkham.
Evidence a windmill stood on same site in 1665


Clifton tower ~  converted and now run as pub and restaurant. Built around 1778 Clifton Windmill is the Fylde’s tallest and oldest windmill.Until relatively recently, a fully working corn mill. Believed to be the second tallest windmill of it’s type in England, there are six floors in total.

Great Singleton
Windmill ~ demolished.







Kirkham
Windmill ~ Carr Hill tower was built in
1812 on an old Roman site. Now converted in to a house.


Staining
Windmill ~ there is a 200-year-old example, originally used to grind corn is now converted to a house.





Thornton Windmill ~ Marsh Mill built 1794 now fully restored

Weeton
Windmill ~ Weeton Vilage is recorded as 'widerun' in the Domesday Book of 1086 means a settlement where willow trees grow. The village is one of the smallest villages in rural Fylde. A village of whitewash, thatch and a windmill ruin built 1812.


Weeton Windmill ~ as it looks now.

copyright ©Sally Jacobs

Thursday, 17 February 2011

Kittens surprise

Playful Kittens happy times
Running jumping gleefully

Chasing tails and pouncing paws
Twinkling eyes surprising all

Twitching whiskers, claws are sharp
Games forever, about to start

Stalking encounters surprises forsure
Kittens forever fur-balls galore

Copyright ©sally jacobs

Thursday, 3 February 2011


Glory Glory
Heavens story
Saviour forever Heavens be

Glory Glory
Lay thee down, may thee see
Restful, Peaceful , Glory be

Glory Glory
Shining down, set thee free
Open Hearts remember me...

copyright ©Sally Jacobs

Monday, 24 January 2011

Knights Hospitallers healing center and Chapel

St Saviour's Church, Stydd Ribchester. This church is the only one surviving of a group of buildings acquired by the Knights Hospitallers in the area. 'The hospital of St Saviour, under the Long Ridge and the Master and brethren also serving God there' in the 12 century.
It is a small medieval Church founded in 1136 by the Knights Hospitallers.
The position after 1292 is that the Knights Hospitallers of the Order of St John of Jerusalem had acquired the site from 'Adam, the Chaplain-Warden of the house of St Saviour at Dutton' the transfer took place some years earlier perhaps about 1265.
Footings of a small building, with rounded bays, like an apse have been detected during excavation function include a Roman Temple to Mithras or an early Christian basilica.


The early 16th century sandstone font is octagonal, with its

carving well preserved. On each side of the bowl is a shield,
bearing heraldic and other devices.


  1. The sacred monogram: IHS (translated as 'Jesus, the Saviour of Men')
  2. The sacred heart, with the wounded hands and feet of Christ.
  3. The initials 'tP'(sic), perhaps for Thomas Pemberton, preceptor of the Knights Hospitallers at Newland, of which Stydd was a subsidiary, from 1535-1538; beneath the initials is a small quatrefoil (see 6 below).
  4. Although depicted more like a gamboling rabbit, it is clear that what is here intended is a lion rampant, a common heraldic device belonging to a number of local families, including the Hothersalls, the Balderstones or the Talbots, any one of which might be featured here.
  5. The head of an animal (referred to in heraldry as a leopard), being the arms of the Clitheroe family of Salesbury.
  6. Another heraldic device: in chief (at the top of the shield) the Cross of St George, indicating the arms of a Knight Hospitaller, below the same quatrefoil device featured in 3 above, which might be the arms of Thomas Pemberton.
  7. A shield depicting three arrowheads between a chevron, charged with three stars, being the arms of Sir Thomas Newport of Shropshire, the preceptor of the Knights Hospitallers at Newland. He died in 1502 and was buried in the citadel of the Order at Rhodes, where his memorial bears the same arms as are depicted here.
  8. Another heraldic device, being five animals' heads (perhaps bulls); of unknown origin.
A stone coffin tomb of great antiquity but unknown origin


copyright ©Sally Jacobs