Blessed Company

. Thrush hurls her song in curls and spirals and dead straight lines . The trees stand as still as time The hills look down benignly . The wind converses enigmatically The river merely suggests itself so quietly . Even the buttercups Nod their heads with glee - . I feel I am among such …

The Way of a Thousand Years

. To stand Upon Stiperstones . Is to feel the links Of the centuries . To tread The high Portway . Is to go the way Of a thousand years . Of a life That is always . Creating And relating . To those Who have gone before . And to those Who are still …

Inspiring Poetry – “I loved the sun”

These beautiful lines come from Book II of "The Prelude": I beganTo love the sun, a Boy I lov'd the sun,Not as I since have lov'd him, as a pledgeAnd surety of our earthly life, a lightWhich while we view we feel we are alive;But, for this cause, that I had seen him layHis beauty …