HILL WAKER
Blackberries
growing at the roadside;
Strange rare flowers,
living
on a drystone wall;
A knotty wooden stile
solid built for strong
thighs;
A clear pool of placid
water
reflecting the blueness
of the sky;
Flocks of sheep aloft;
Distant purple hills
commanding solitude;
Thoughts of beauty
growing in a mind;
A place and moment
experiencing itself.
Depth behind eyes
that are deeper still
than the realms of shadow
beyond the hills.
©
thePoetGeo 2012
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