From Rhegeds lofty peaks
spied sailing over Erins sea
pirates raiding from Innesfail
white sails catching the prevailing wind
as if flying them over the watery way.
Mannanans mares could not catch
nor hinder them from their
wicked and dastardly intent.
Taken as a servant lad
to serve at a chieftains table
questions he dare not ask
complaints he would not utter.
Growing tall into manly ways
with resentment and a nurtured hate
unable to comprehend his destiny.
As a man his life was touched
by divine and mysterious ways
forgiveness for his captors grew
A servant for his Masters will
to teach Gods will on Erin land
clearing out the serpants hand.
All was done and accomplished
amid astonished looks and wonderment
to Gods glory he gave praise
strengthend by the three in one
Padraig a servant of Gods own son.
Categories:
cumbria, boat, character, courage, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
Dry stone walls
And rambling lanes
Fell ponies with six foot manes
Farmers at the market with sheep to sell
Snow in the winter blocking shap fell
Wellies in the kitchen
Straw in the hall
Not forgetting the barometer on the wall.
Categories:
cumbria, home,
Form: Cowboy Poetry
I gently stroll along the shores
of stunning Windermere
twenty swans are gathered round
the old ramshackle pier
ahead the steamer gracefully glides
slight ripples in it's wake
the image of the fells around
reflect upon the lake
the vision trails for many a mile
a picture quite immense
superior panoramic view
stimulating every sense
blues and greens within the mere
glistening rays dancing upon
slight summer breeze to calm the heat
and carry the sweet bird song
Categories:
cumbria, nature
Form: Rhyme
Three hours of grassy scramble
attain Fairfield horseshoe
enveloped by immense landscape
an awe inspiring view
gentle glow upon my cheek
expelled from summer's ray
the timid breeze encircles me
this wondrous month of may
twirl to ambitiously consume
breathtaking panorama
the vastness of the rambling fells
create pure natural drama
I rest upon Saint Sundays crag
a scene which saturates
Helvellyn rises in the distance
cirrus cloud it infiltrates
brown, gold and red of heather below
amid gullys and facets sharp
inhale the flawless air around
I discover the windy harp
Categories:
cumbria, nature
Form: Rhyme