About the author
Hi, my name is Peter Morriss, I was born in Derbyshire at Old Whittington near Whittington Moor, Chesterfield. After the second World War I moved to live in Melton Mowbray, Leicestershire.
I now live in Scotland, though retired I am still writing.
I am married to to Joan Margaret, and have 1 son, 1 daughter.
From common clay my form was moulded,
And like a book the days behind me lie
Now years of toil for me have done their
I often find solace in scribbling a bit of rhyme
Then, when home from finding that inner peace
that to me my rambles with nature bring,
And in my favourite chair I find myself thinking,
Of how no longer on the hob the kettle sings,
For now I have to cope with the new technology
of today’s digital things.
No more a coal fire have I to poke,
For heating by gas means no solid fuels to stoke;
And now my teeth are but a feeble few,
It’s a bit of pork crackling that I find hard to chew.
The tower dates from 1715, The rest of the church was timber framed, then built of stone 1870.
There is a couplet about the church-
Poor Warmingham, proud people,
New church, old steeple'
In the churchyard is a medieval cross dating from around 1298.
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