Lake District Poems
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
Let me count the ways and the times I’ve walked round Buttermere
dictates anti. The times? The times are lost
like Fleetwith Pike in cloud so cloudy it’s more
like a representation of itself.
I love to see the symbols on the map –
Brathay
the cross, the less-than-4-metres-wide road,
the pub (named even).
Take the path from Ulpha
In Rainsbarrow wood
to Millbrow when it plays host
to yellow.
If we feel a chill each year
Low Lorton ¼ High Lorton ¼
on the day we will die,
does the involuntary nod
I wrote nothing of summer, high or late,
Cinderdale
nothing of the kingfisher I saw fishing