We headed over to the Lake District
one Bank Holiday weekend in May,
to walk where the great poets had tread
meant more than words could say.
We found ourselves down by the lake
in a small town called Bowness,
where the marvellous views of the lakes and hills
just took our away our breath.
Clutching my thin volume of poems,
I stared out at the lake, feeling so inspired,
my wife yawned and stretched her arms,
come on, love, she said, I\'m tired.
I said, I can\'t believe I\'m standing
on the banks of Wordsworth\'s lake,
a man passing by with his dog replied,
I\'m afraid you\'ve made some mistake.
While Windermere is a wonderful sight,
Wordsworth was not inspired here,
he lived miles away up the road,
at Dove Cottage on Grasmere.
Disgruntled I headed back to the car,
so sorry I couldn\'t stay,
and while the great poet hadn\'t lived here,
he may have visited for the day.