Poetry

Borrowdale

By 12th October 2009December 9th, 2019No Comments

Derwentwater, enveiled in spectral mist
Upon whose shores young lovers kissed.
Watendlath, perched high above the lakes
In quiet contentment morning waits…
The beauty of the Lodore Falls
Rich pastureland and drystonewalls.
Through the Jaws of Borrowdale down road, down path
The mountains tower serene and vast.
The heart grew light within my breast
Was, ever, one in Life so blessed…
To contemplate this glorious scene
Could I, have once, in Heaven been.
All sovereign, with its power to change
Sunlight shone on leaf, and page.
The sweetness of your vernal breath
A constant presence till my death…

Robert Carson

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