can't think of anythin clever to blah about. for now.
so how about this poem first published on blogspot back in 2003. enjoy.
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LAKELANDS
I’ve had never been
struck dumb
Like this wondrous
creation has had
This area the locals called
the Lakelands
Nestling between
the mountains
Charming market towns
they are oh so pretty!
Each as uniquely as different
carved out of Cumbrian stone
There
amongst the ruins
never have felt so peaceful
A sense of ancient turbulence
standing
so close to history
Fells bordering the lakes
arose thousands feet above
There standing at the peak
lost in the vastness of
blue and green
And shades of brown in between
From atop there are no two
similar sights
vying for my attention
But alas
there's only so much
that my eyes could see!
What gladdened my heart more
I spotted a rainbow
right there just by
where the sheep grazed
Cor, would they go
tumbling down?
The day I set off
from Cumbria
a twinge of sadness, a heavy heart
I went away more inspired thus
Hence this ode to the land
whence Wordsworth came
= short tour around Ambleside, Windermere [oh, and a deer galloped past me!!], Grasmere and Kendal October 13-19, 1996
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