William Wordsworth of Lake District fame
famous in our 'poetic game'
Everyone knows of his 'daffodils'
often his rhyme still thrills
Here in the midst of summer
surrounded by the lakeland feels
what glory to look out upon
makes one cry out to tell
There's a stillness in the air
so silent, one can hardly hear
the sun shines through the clouds
warms the air, listen in your ear
Often you feel like wandering
taking in all that's freshly new
this is a beautiful creation, you see
divinely born, you see right on cue
This is indeed a wonder of wonders
one has to be still to take it in
on the first day, when Adam fell
what God had made is marred by sin
Pray to be taken to that original
that first moment so real in time
when all was just perfectly sublime
dream on and feel it in its prime
(Just some thoughts spending in the English Lake District a few weeks ago.)
Take Me There
Take me to the place where it’s broadly known
In meadows and woods famous poets roamed
Where hosts of blithe yellow daffodils dance
In expectation of budding romance.
To view magnificent mountains and lakes
And spectacular countryside landscapes
In hopefulness that it all will inspire
My muse to explode alike a drumfire.
The Lake District I will visit one day
There’s so much to view and do on a stay
Such serenity and astounding grace
Is found in Cumbria’s stunning showplace.
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9th January 2023
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Brecon Beacons
for pony-treks
Cumbrian fells
& bubbling becks
Dartmoor
with rocks rain scarred
Lake District views
beloved of bards
Northumbria on moor & hill
where Roman echoes linger still
Stone-bridged hamlets
in the Dales
with enclosed leas along its vales
Snowdonia one thousand yards high
reached by slow trains up to the sky
Pembroke with its distant trail so long
heritages for us to protect & prolong
National treasures to preserve & enjoy
by rich,the famous &hoi poloi.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
Over many years of great holidays
to the English lakes we would go
never a year passed always be there
such beauty around, inspired pen to flow
Many a time we would think wishing
of moving to English lake district so good
this would be a dream miles too far
the cost far too high, oh if we only could!
Dreamt often when on lakeside walk
stopped at cottage on the lake so awesome
this would be heaven indeed to live there
especially when the flowers would blossom
We would sometimes rent a cottage
just for week to feel what it be like
live in a cottage so lovely and bright
beautiful thoughts filled every sight
But reality came home to roost
it's not to be for us anyway
so the good Lord knows our needs
that's sufficient for here we stay
(Just thinking back to Christine and my unfulfilled dreams of living in the English lake district but it was not to be so content ourselves in God's goodness to us where we are now. )
O to be in England
in the early days of spring
when the golden daffodils
steal the heart and make it sing.
Roaming the Lake District
far away from urban noise,
by cascading waterfalls
enamoured of nature’s voice.
Up the craggy mountains
or on hills in shades of green,
watch the sun as down it slides
veiling tarns with sanguine sheen.
O to be there with you
holding hands in amber light
basked in aural twilight field;
daylight melting into night.
Fireflies or fairies
My mind cannot well discern.
Feelings surge within my soul,
Nature sighs with me and yearns.
Time and breath both bated
as your lips touch mine with bliss;
stars aflutter, for they know
Love is born with your sweet kiss.
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A Callman Collaboration (Paul Callus and Eileen Manassian)
Jimmy misses the hikes with his dad
Going to the Pennines, Lake District and Wales
Exploring old quarries and mines
Finding wartime plane wrecks
Marvelling at man built reservoirs and dams
Risking life and limb climbing vertical peaks
Going to see cliffs at St Bees and Robin Hood’s Bay
Collecting varied rock samples from hikes
Enjoying the natural world in varied settings
Jimmy and his dad did this thru the 70s and 80s
Timeless memories that he remembers now
And carries on the hiking and exploring
His dad instilled in him decades ago
CC 191 2020
JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX
O to be in England
in the early days of spring
when the golden daffodils
steal the heart and make it sing.
Roaming the Lake District
far away from urban noise,
by cascading waterfalls
enamoured of nature’s voice.
Up the craggy mountains
or on hills in shades of green,
watch the sun as down it slides
veiling tarns with sanguine sheen.
O to be there with you
holding hands in amber light
basked in aural twilight field;
daylight melting into night.
Fireflies or fairies
My mind cannot well discern.
Feelings surge within my soul,
Nature sighs with me and yearns.
Time and breath both bated
as your lips touch mine with bliss;
stars aflutter, for they know
Love is born with your sweet kiss.
A Callman Collaboration (Paul Callus and Eileen Manassian)
Evil Child
I was a very bad child
Like I belonged to Satan
I was terrible to my dear mum
Telling her to go far away
To go to Ireland!
Which I saw over the water
From the Lake District
I hit my dear mum in the belly
I was three years old
She doubled over in pain and cried
I feel so bad for this now
And miss her so since her death
Now she has gone so far away
But I know we will meet again
For when I die and am judged
I’ll see her again and I’ll be nice
And only had love for my mum
Not be an evil devil like child
Full of psychic level emotions
What possessed me then?
Incident Report 74399 2020
JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX
This has such a hold on one's mind
it holds you still with mouth open wide
the autumn colours are so breathtaking
this is beauty sublime makes one abide
It brings such glorious memories to me
years ago spent an autumn week in the lakes
there in English lake district at Rydal water
looking out at breakfast having corn flakes
On the lake was astounded by the view
it looked like glass covered sea
such colouring blew the mind away
one just is stilled relaxed and free
This has also such a crystal effect
water unmoved for it shows the power
it says don't dare come near me
the rule is mine showing like any flower
These trees make the perfect contrast
with the waters scene so astounding
this is a picture you want to keep
view it at your leisure but never doubting
(Memories of an autumn holiday at Rydal water in English Lake District)
For over 30 years at least once a year
we have gone to Keswick for a holiday
so it's our very favourite place to go
such beauty displaced there every day
This little town of only 5000 population
lies in the English Lake district so wonderful
surrounded by such scenery of deep greenery
lakes and mountains so very beautiful
Keswick filled with walkers during all the year
no matter the weather folks come to climb
in our early years loved to get climbing high
Blencathra, Skiddaw, Catbells set us in our prime
Derwent Water's a wonderful lake
many walk or even run around it
some even have a sail within its waters
also at Friars Crag take a view and sit
Lots of lovely coffee shops in the town
pencil and history museums all to see
lovely parks to stroll being relaxed
the airs so fresh makes one feel so free
(Over our nearly 30 years of marriage, we've gone to Keswick at least once a year often more often but it never loses its magic touch even last week back again to take in all its glory and colourful scenes.)
Dad, I had Great Desires
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Dad, I had great desires:
Traveling Nanjing and Sanmachi Suji.
Stonehenge , Historic Yorkshire and Lake District .
Morocco and Istanbul .
African wilderness in winters .
Pacific and Atlantic , in a giant Titanic-like ship .
Caribbean islands , and Chicago's glimmering nights.
Alexandria , Athens and Rome .
Building big farms :
Cultivating vegetables , growing chicken , cattle , sheep and goats and duck.
Employing poor countrymen , shepherds.
Watched by bear-like dogs
In moonlit and gloomy nights .
That Editor may call it to be like Dr Faustus ;
And you utter madness .
Oh God! I would call these failures as lessons ,
Stepping stones but
This long life seems to me so short --
Slippery as fishes in a hillside stream .
As a hanging icicle melting
In continual drops in sun.
And my beard has begun to grow grey ....
They say it's an indication of age!
Brecon Beacons for pony-treks,
Cumbrian fells and bubbling becks;
Lake District views beloved of bards
Stone-bridged hamlets in the
Dales with enclosed leas along its vales.
Snowdonia ,one thousand yards high
reached by slow trains up to the sky.
Pembroke with its distant trail so
long,
heritages for us to protect and prolong.
National treasures to preserve and
enjoy by rich,...the famous ...and hoi poloi.
What makes one to write verse?
especially when school days was zero
english classes were complete bore
always at bottom so was no hero
This so well describes me then
couldn't wait to get away from school
didn't know what my future would hold
letter writing I loved pen was fav tool
Now looking back maybe just not right time
needing encouragement for ink to flow
time was on my side for to develop
best things in life sometimes come slow
Even reading poetry didn't really excite
as Ayrshire lad wasn't drawn to Robert Burns
it took holidays down in Lake district area
view Wordsworth house for mind take turns
Now finally things coming together
the inner ink gradually dripping out
admit I'm not that great so far
such pleasure to write without doubt
God has filled me with His truth
so I need to faithfully tell it forth
seeking to give God all the glory
inspired from one divine source
(My coming together to write poetry was a slow long trip but it now comes as a great joy to do. )
There we were all ready to climb Catbells
this climb we'd done some years ago
so thought we needed no map or direction
the weather was lovely the sky so aglow
A crowd was there seemingly on same way
followed along not needing to ask
came to route block off but walked on
never asked had to go back this quite a task
Found the correct signpost and took the route
upwards it was now all along the way
beautiful scenery evident to all around
divinity created all this in a single day
We all need to read God's holy book
so to find the only way to home
never to think we don't need direction
for God's word is our sure word alone
Speak to God open your tongue
make your plea to His majesty on high
ask for His sovereign plan for you
for He knows your days before you die
These are spiritual lessons for our good
revealed through life's every day events
God speaks through our every moments
for in them He always daily frequents
(Was on holiday a few months ago in Lake District and made effort to climb Cat Bells, one of our fav Fell(hill) climbs having done it many years ago, after coming down thought on some spiritual lessons learnt from the events of that day.)
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