I
have watched folk on mountain tops
gone
on walks with them and
when
they say, that’s
a/what a… LOVELY view!
asked,
What do you mean?
I
wrote these words a few years ago ..
That's
a nice view!
That's
a nice view !
What
do you mean?
A
patch of blue here,
green
there, two greys-
or
do you like it for its promises
you
may never call upon-
that
lake to swim,
that
field to smell the hay,
those
two hills to climb,
one
today, another tomorrow?
This
is a nice spot!
What
do you mean?
that
lush titanium white
with
lemon and blue let in,
to
paint the soaking grass
that
catches the sky -
gold
rods of bracken
on
a bed of pale sienna,
the
acid green that coils
to
make unfurling shoots?
No,
just the feel of the place...
the
way the birches soften the wind.
This
is a nice place!
What
do you mean
This
gulley, its dainty birches,
hearing
Smetana or Schubert
as
the twinkling stream
tumbles
over polished stones
through
golden weed and jewelled rocks,
to
the seals in the bay?
Or
is it knowing you lie beside
spotted
trout, and otters
that
hunt in the dusk?
No,
just lying here, the yellow tent sky
spattered
with rain.. sounds of trickling..
the
blackbird,
there
he is,
undeterred,
undeterred,
promising
tomorrow
will
be even better.
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