The Rocks of Edale
The limestones are smoothed,
rounded by time, fashioned and shaped
by sculpturing winds.
They remind me of village girls
broad in the hips, love handles,
not at all like the bony walkers
that climb up here.
I run my hands over sleek curves,
sit next to a pretty one,
eat a ham sandwich,
think fondly of the plump barmaid
in the valley below.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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