Buttemere to Ulla pike,
our walk more ramble than hike.
Up and down,rain or snow,
two teenage daughters in tow.
Haystacks,Loweswater overlooking the lake,
now locked in memory's keepsake.
Up Skiddaw and Wythrop beck,
much much longer than our usual trek.
Through the wood onto Dodds crag,
both the girls now starting to flag.
Down the slope to Underseer
stopping to buy a small souvenir.
Out on the fell with spongy moss,
Wainwright in hand as the paths criss-cross.
Along the beck in a tree lined walk,
watching the antics of a hovering hawk.
Deer grazing 'neath woodland trees,
Cartmel to Keswick,just the place to take one's ease
lunch-time picnics on grassy banks,
vacations now recalled with thanks.
During these Covid-19 days so sad
when an walking trip is not on cue
so missing in one's fondest memories
a trip on high seems so long overdue
My own favourite place to climb
is in the English Lakes so fair
down there a mountain is a fell
many a challenge to make one dare
When one is considering such a peak
there's a voice whispering in your ear
to go on up to such great heights
there's no room in you to be in fear
Listen to the call up on high
it draws you like a magnet touch
as I climbed Skiddaw, Blencathra and Catbells
these feels were exhilarating always so much
The views so breathtaking when on top
making every effort worth it's while
the call indeed looks for a voice, 'I must go'
go but it won't be a strolling country mile
(Quote: "The mountains are calling, and I must go.")
The quotation was made by John Muir, a Scottish-American environmentalist, who was known as the "father of our national parks," and who was an early advocate for the preservation of the wilderness areas in the United States.
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.)
Highborn, regal Skiddaw
Such grace in one so high,
A countenance of majesty,
A fortress to my eye.
Looking down on all around you
Immense in all your might,
From your foot, we lift our eyes
To wonder at the sight.
Rising like a titan
From the verdant valley floor,
In splendid isolation
Heavenwards, you soar.
A transfixing, noble aspect
Such wonder you exude,
High and mighty Skiddaw,
A king, in solitude.
Entry for
YOUR CHOICE(5),
Any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand.
10/6/2019. Placed 2nd.
A picture postcard for all to see
sits down in the valley to view
a small market town among the lakes
real beauty spot always form a queue
Hill walkers come from near and far
make it their base before they trek
it's at base of lovely Derwent Water
where you can sail around it's neck
So many beautiful fells surround it
Blencathra, Catbells, Helvelyn and Skiddaw
these only a few of it's beauty spots
many an artist paint what they saw
Many years ago living nearby
poetic gems penned by Wordsworth
drew poetic word pictures so fine
encaptured many hearts across the earth
Such a place of quietness and peace
enjoy a coffee and cake reading a book
so many eating places to choose
or make a picnic by lakeside brook
There's also a theatre by the lake
go and see a musical or a play
lovely gardens with flowers nearby
sit among it's beauty to spend your day
Here indeed is God's picture book
showing His creation on display
what a picture what a photograph
full of colour no sight of any grey
Walkers gather throughout the year
In Keswick, Ambleside and Grasmere
They come to walk the fells
No matter the weather wet or clear
They travel from near and far
To follow the maps of Mr Wainwright
Who walked these same fells in the past
And left a memorial to follow aright
They are many to choose from
Helvelyn, Helm Crag, Catbells and Skiddaw
That’s just a few from the many
You have all kinds in which to draw
Be prepared for all eventualities
Good boots waterproofs ect. are a must
So are water to drink and food to eat
Then looking upwards in prayerful trust
They also are captured on film
Featuring Julia Bradbury on DVD
To follow the steps of dear AW
Giving hope and inspiration for you and me
poetgord
Buttemere to Ulla pike,our walk more ramble than hike.Up and down,rain or
snow,two teenage daughters in tow.Haystacks,Loweswater overlooking the
lake,now locked in memory's keepsake.Up Skiddaw and Wythrop beck,much
much longer than our usual trek.Through the wood onto Dodds crag,both the
girls now starting o flag.Down the slope to Underseer stopping to buy a small
souvenir.Out on the fell with spongy moss,Wainwright in hand as the paths
cross-cross.Along the beck in a tree lined walk,watching the antics of a hovering
hawk.Deer grazing 'neath woodland trees,Cartmel to Keswick,just the place to
take one's ease.lunch-time picnics on grassy banks,vacations now recalled with
much thanks.