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JOURNEY




 


                                
 JOURNEY







From the time we started it was go,
Up the motorway not too slow,
Turning off at Kendal, into Bo`ness,
Stopped at a café for a little rest.

Across the road a nice little stream,
The water was glistening – oh what a scene,
The water was shallow, seeming cool and refreshing,
Meandering it`s way on a journey of no ending,
The crystal clear water tripped over the stones along its way,
Going under the bridge and far away.

Over head the tree did hang,
The birds did sit and sing a sweet song,
The branches rustled from a slight breeze,
Causing the leaves to fall from the trees.

The fragrance of flowers was strong but sweet,
All set out very neat,
All standing tall like soldiers, but not in a row,
Looking heavenward towards the warm glow.

Nearby a church was set in its own grounds,
Into this we entered expecting no crowds,
But peace, serenity and a feeling of well being,
A feeling of solitude descended on me.
Which brought happiness and I was full of glee,
Into the sunlight once more we entered
Back to the car with a feeling of contentment.

On we travelled to Lake Windermere,
Through winding roads we did steer,
Up hill and down dale we did wander,
With trees over hanging in magnificent splendour.

At last we reached Lake Windermere,
Travelling slow we passed very near,
To look out upon a magnificent scene,
Which should be framed and held sacred as in one`s dream.

Walking down to the Lake I felt happy and gay,
While you took Bess the other way,
We both walked along the pier,
Stopped, stood, looking out on to the Lake so clear,
The water was lapping beneath our feet,
And the moored boats swaying, drenched in the suns heat.

Took Bess with us on the boat
And soon we were afloat,
Once we were well on our way
We travelled fairly fast under the sun of the day.
Passed an island we did go,
Round in circles – to and fro,
As other boats passed, from side to side we would roll,
Tossing our heads reaching for our goal.

On our way home the weather turned bad,
Our journey back was really quite sad,
Our hearts were quite heavy,
While we tried to be merry.


 Copyright © 1971 Elsie


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