Poem 159 of 230:  WINDERMERE - SUMMER 2001

(TUNE - IN THE KEY OF C MAJOR:

C2 F3 G2 F3 D1 F2 D3 C1 C3
B2 G3 F2 A1 G3 B2 c1 c3
C2 F3 G2 F3 D1 F2 D3 C1 C3
B2 G3 F2 A1 G3 B2 c1 c3

C2 F2 B2 e2
e1 d1 c1 B1 A1 G1 F3
C2 F2 B2 e2
e1 d1 c1 B1 A1 G1 F3) 

Some thirteen years since my first visit
    (Then, dropped - from hitching - just near;
This time, by train and a downhill walk),
    I arrived at Windermere:

A Wainwright-like
Windermere walkabout;
A Wordsworth-like
Windermere walkabout.

On the vessel Miss Cumbria Three,
    A chill-out trip to Ambleside -
Viewing the trees, the farms, the fells,
    And the more-sporty ways to ride.

A...

Once there, an uphill walk through the shops
    Led to a leaf, rock and root track,
With a stalactite-like mossy falls,
    And a bridge - starting the way back.

A...

Track-side (gripping the ghyll), ancient woods
    Shaded what was a sunny day,
And the babbling-brook gave sound softly -
    Soothing the soul a further way.

A...

Then home - again charmed by the thin-stone
    Minimum-mortar kept buildings,
The surrounds of England’s largest lake,
    And movie train-window viewings.

A...

(C) David Franks 2003
From http://walkaboutsverse.blogspot.com