Cumbria Poems - Poems about Cumbria

In my New York suburb, I’m mildly fond Of Helvellyn Road, and Gracemere pond But the original Helvellyn called... Ravenglass too, even the name enthralled. Of Lake poets, I eagerly read And I found what Alfred Wainright once...Read the rest...

From Rhegeds lofty peaks spied sailing over Erins sea pirates raiding from Innesfail white sails catching the prevailing wind as if flying them over the watery way. Mannanans mares could not catch nor hinder them...Read the rest...

Dry stone walls And rambling lanes Fell ponies with six foot manes Farmers at the market with sheep to sell Snow in the winter blocking shap fell Wellies in the kitchen Straw in the hall Not forgetting the barometer...Read the rest...

I gently stroll along the shores of stunning Windermere twenty swans are gathered round the old ramshackle pier ahead the steamer gracefully glides slight ripples in it's wake the image of the fells around reflect upon the lake the vision trails for many...Read the rest...

Three hours of grassy scramble attain Fairfield horseshoe enveloped by immense landscape an awe inspiring view gentle glow upon my cheek expelled from summer's ray the timid breeze encircles me this wondrous month of may twirl to ambitiously consume breathtaking panorama the vastness of the...Read the rest...