Spent three lovely days in the country side of UK with my best friend Beth. Pumpkin carving, pumpkin pie, pumpkin soup, also many other cooked deliciousnesses. Slept three wonderfully sleep-filled nights with their springer spaniel Murphy. Right in the middle of the visit, we went to the lake district in the north:
laughter slips
through the crack in the white framed glass
to a wet world of stone and wood
rain drizzled
the mountain stands strong and green.
walled but free, wanderers step within its bounds
lofty brush struggles to reach the top,
where no man stands as tall
another wall far below leads to unwanted fields
no cattle, no sheep here
only trees--
some ready for the coming of the cold
a narrow road leading to this house of ale and pie
two plates under an awning
devoured by hungry travelers and hound.
clouds move in over lonely summer tables
reaching down to brush the hilltops
as they blow by on their way back to sea,
leaving only more wet, more moss--green and slick
growing in a valley
untouched by most
undevoured by man and his machines
mighty among the few brave and lucky enough
to discover its greatness.
down the way, a world stands by
ready to conquer another day
unaware of a small tavern
with the delicious meals it has to offer
for the mouth and the eyes.
suddenly, atop a rock
halfway up
i am confronted
with the true power of this landscape
greater than of any painters
the hills stand like towers
stronger than any brush stroke
the stream is louder than its own water
man can tame these rolling grounds
with his walls and his gates
but even the bravest hound
cannot place his off in its hidden secrets
too great are they to ever be found
only seen from a distance
and imagined
a promised land of unmoved earth
persistent in its attempt
to remain alien
to remain unknown.
I found my sheep
when I found my girl
feet slipped into rubber boots
and a smile to wide to explain
water rushes by like a tube ride
but this belongs to nature
man must know this
he is not here unless he ventures for a visit
only attempting to take with him what he has seen
the sheep themselves do not believe
though they continue to graze
their mission in a world they can never understand
that I can never understand
only marvel at
and stand for a few short breaths
smelling the sweet view
delighting in its seductive power
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