A selection of Lake District poems from across my collections.

Poems from Lake District Poems

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The ways – clockwise or anti? Tradition
dictates anti. The times? The times are lost
like Fleetwith Pike in cloud so cloudy it’s more
like a representation of itself.

Let me count the ways and the times I’ve walked round Buttermere

I love to see the symbols on the map –
the cross, the less-than-4-metres-wide road,
the pub (named even).

Brathay

Take the path from Ulpha
to Millbrow when it plays host
to yellow.

In Rainsbarrow wood

If we feel a chill each year
on the day we will die,
does the involuntary nod

Low Lorton ¼ High Lorton ¼

I wrote nothing of summer, high or late,
nothing of the kingfisher I saw fishing

Cinderdale