Dale World
Glorious freedom of open skies,
And below me a river winding closely,
The ions of carved escapes,
Flowing into wild blue yonders.
Over head a Kite is searching,
Something carnal he has known before.
Sun baking, breeze lifting concern,
As every leaf has a new movement,
And each buttercup shakes a smile.
Coursing in my veins comes love,
At all the beauty courting desire,
For I have walked these dales.
Promises of friendships and gifts,
Are hidden as I climb the tor.
I’m searching for a world gone by,
And in the distance this I spy.
Trapped between the needles eye,
And all of natures luscious green.
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