by Tristram Tuna, July 1998
Embracing the sky, the hillside unfurls,
Speckled with flowers, heads nodding in swirls.
On soft, springy grass, far up from the trees,
I lie down to dream, caressed by the breeze.
Mountains of silence, the wind's subtle sigh,
Ignored by sheep plodding lazily by.
No one to sway me. My thoughts are my own.
Here I am myself. Here I am alone.
And down from the fell, the dale that it drops
Is dotted with houses and chequered with crops.
Blue water sparkles, bright, catching the sun
While cows contemplate on what's to be done.
Half frozen in time and softened by haze,
The far below world drifts on as I gaze.
Men chasing money and youths chasing love
All slowed to a crawl as I watch from above.
Up here there is peace, time for clear thinking,
To stop treading water without fear of sinking.
I'll rest a while longer before going down
To rejoin the bustle and noise of the town.
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