The Mountain Ash

By 17th October 2016December 9th, 2019No Comments

Wild-bramble, thistle, proud harebell
The gnarled tree high upon the fell.
The shadow-darkened wood and path
The sunlit-dappled gorse and grass.
With lightened heart the mind transcends
The road that winds. and twists, and bends.
Amid an early-morning haze
The sheep in silent commune graze.
The gathering clouds, the wisps of rain
That haunting silence when it came.
An errant wind, a shower or two
The sound of footsteps following you.
Doughty guardian of this ancient land
The rowan upon the brow now stands.
Could in this world of God, Man find
A landscape more pleasing to the mind.
For as our eyes are cast around
What beauty here in Nature’s found.

Robert Carson

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