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Blea Tarn Delight

Tis such bliss to follow this
Dry stone wall
Trace with my hand across the land
To observe the autumn fall

To see the place where two sullen faces huddled last winters snow
Rasta haired sheep who had stood knee deep avoiding cruel winters blow

But now soft sun with a mild chilling breeze tinkers across my face
I am the queen of all that I've seen in this wild and glorious place

I raise with a stride of purpose and pride upon this emerald earth
To reach the peak of all that I seek that makes all my effort worth

And when I am there full breeze in my hair a smile raises alone
Within all the green, a moorish wet scene a vibrant turquoise tone
With just one cloud that's settled down to laze upon Blea Tarn
To sleep in the haze whilst I do laze before my refreshed return

A hot bowl of stew buttered crusty bread too with a roaring coal fire
I am queen of all that I've seen as I have stroked my hearts desire

poem by Karen Sinclair
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