Jim Murphy from Wigan stayed last night with his wife Caroline and son Damon in the Heaton Room, and as he left handed me a folded piece of lined paper. Intrigued, I opened it to find he had been inspired in thie night to write us a poem!

‘Can I post it on our website?’ I asked him, and he agreed I could, so, with great pleasure, I present to you Jim’s poem about his stay at Ponden Hall! Thank you, Jim – we are honoured!

An Experience

An exciting family trip, to Ponden Hall.

Not open for inspection, said the sign on the wall.

This national treasure, now in safe hands

With Steve and Julie doing what it commands.

As well as the Hall they have a family too.

With these responsibilities they have a lot to do.

It’s well documented the Brontës used to visit the Hall.

Julie tells the stories, excited by it all.

She worked in the old Parsonage not long ago,

Gathering information. In doing so,

Before you know it, you’re back in the past.

This window in time makes history last.

Young Kizzy and Noah, brought up in the Hall,

In these rolling hills they will always walk tall.