Glory after Glory

You weave

those who don’t know you might say your paths drift,

driven only by your thoughts.

But I know they are wrong -

there is nothing directionless about your intent

your heart being, straightforward and strong.

Treading onwards, across the land

down between the highs and lows

perfection

comes not easy collaborating

with natures handed down days of life.

With you, I am not me

no name needed, no scores to settle

no memories needing to be billeted elsewhere.

Freedom comes to me, from all of your

directions.

Nothing I own, is here to stay just simple

borrowed days, that let me pass your way

You are my escape as I walk fortunate

of your well trampled lines, scored deep

by foot and sheep.

Such is your timeless art, of colour rich.

My Lakeland Fells -

My days of glory, after glory living...