My Lakeland Stream
by cricketjeff on January 10, 2011. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
The stream unseen between the trees
Falls laughing over polished stones
Untroubled by the mocking breeze
Or mobile phones
A mossy bank in dappled shade
Beside the pool beneath the fall
A tiny isle that crowns the glade
Where I feel small
No other hikers seem to find
This hidden Eden on a hill
Where I can leave my life behind
For all is still
The walk is short to find the tarn
An easy climb to reach the top
And far below a ruined barn
But here’s my stop
I love the views, the rocks, the taste
Of England’s purest mountain air
But I can leave them all in haste
To claim my lair
I shan’t reveal the way to go
This spot is mine it’s part of me
But there is one I’d love to show
Tranquility
To lie in love beneath the Moon
With her beside that minute beach
Or on some balmy afternoon
With wine in reach
It’s been too long since I was there
Perhaps by now it’s just a dream
A Shangri La I’ll never share
Beside a stream
English