Of rainbows' gold, I've heard men tell,
And angel's songs that dry our tears
But as I sit upon its shore,
My heart belongs to Windermere.
The finches start a-chattering -
The swallows swoop with tilted wing -
And as the lake lies shimmering,
I cannot help but lark and sing.
The little jetties seem to peep
Upon the lake with nosy care
And hazy warmth delights and seeps
Throughout the pure and perfect air.
The buzzard calls, the osprey soars -
The cormorants and the swans take flight.
I'm anchored, now, forevermore
But fly with eagles on the heights.
Oh, windswept fells! so lush and green
That frame this lake so perfectly,
No sun-drenched eyes have ever seen
Such perfect peace and harmony.
The Lakes now have my heart and mind -
The tributaries, my hurt and fears -
And as the rivers snake and wind,
I find repose on Windermere.
I read this when you first posted, and now I came back to leave a comment. I’ve heard how beautiful the Lake District is but it is my first hearing about Lake Windemere. I had to google it, and it really is beautiful. For some reason it looks different than other lakesI have visited. Maybe it is the pictures online but looks more like an estuary or river.
I think you intentionally wrote it in this form. It looks like the lake on the map :)
The poem is so beautiful. It sure is inspired by a beautiful place!!
Excellent write Ben, it flows like it's tributaries, embracing the soul. Love the unforced rhyming.
God in his great wisdom, made us from the ground of the earth, the creation in all it's beauty, and wonder are our Cousins, gifts like Lake Windemere' keep on giving.
Added to my favorites.
I've never been Ben but you paint such a vivid scene with your poem that I feel I'm missing out!
I imagine this could have been written 200 years ago and would all have been just as true then. Fantastic write! :-) x