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Cumbria Poems - Poems about Cumbria


Premium Member Lake District High
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 said: [chorus] His words echo across time’s bridge That always there will be the lonely ridge, the silent forest, the dancing beck Though we...

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Categories: cumbria, beauty, mountains, nature,
Form: Lyric
Padraig
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 from their wicked and dastardly intent. Taken as a servant lad to serve at a chieftains table questions he dare...

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Categories: cumbria, boat, character, courage, fantasy,
Form: Free verse



My Lovely Cumbria
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 on the wall....

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Categories: cumbria, home,
Form: Cowboy Poetry
Windermere (Cumbria)
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 a mile a picture quite immense superior panoramic view stimulating every sense blues and greens within the mere glistening rays dancing upon slight summer breeze to...

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Categories: cumbria, nature
Form: Rhyme
Fairfield Horseshoe (Cumbria)
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 rambling fells create pure natural drama I rest upon Saint Sundays crag a scene which saturates Helvellyn rises in the distance cirrus cloud it infiltrates brown,...

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Categories: cumbria, nature
Form: Rhyme




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