Goldfinch60

Hill of Dreams.



I sit on top of the hill

Nature’s canvas surrounds me,

The greens, yellows and browns

Speckled with white dots.

As I sit here I remember,

Remember those times

When the two of us sat here,

The wonder of our love

Complementing Nature’s glory.

Those days when we walked the Dales

And marvelled in the world around us.

The greens of the Dales,

With the yellows of flowers

And the browns of the woodlands,

Spotted by the white of sheep,

God’s Land filling us with happiness.

 

As I sit on the hill

Now all I have is memories,

As no more can we share them

Except in our minds eye,

And even now,

As I sit on the hill,

It is now only a dream.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 28th, 2018 02:49
  • Comment from author about the poem: My wife and I spent many wonderful holidays in the Yorkshire Dales.
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments5

  • orchidee

    A fine write and clip Gold.

  • sylviasearcher

    How lucky you are to have such memories.

    I have often dreamt of such moments.

    I hope in writing this you have brought back to life a treasure of what is still a part of you.

    • Goldfinch60

      Thank you Sylvia, yes those memories are precious.

    • Simon Bromley

      Memories are worth there weight in gold! Bad or good we can look back and learn from them.

      • Goldfinch60

        Thank you Simon. From our good memories we can get happiness, from our bad ones we get experience and experience cannot be taught.

      • ANGELA & BRIAN

        Ahhhhhhhhh UNCLE ANDY ~ The perfect symbiosis of Visual & Acoustic Art ~ lifts one to paradise. You have such wonderful Memories thanks for sharing. The YORKSHIRE DALES ~ Gods Own County ! I lived in Leeds for a while and every Boxing Day we would walk on Ilkley Moor but never Bah Tat ! Memories ANDY really are made of this ! Love & Every Blessing for 2019 ~ To you & JOYCE

        BRIAN & ANGELA🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡
        Please check ANGELAS Poem "NEW YEAR RESOLVE : 2019" ~ Thanks !

        • Goldfinch60

          Thank you A and B, they are special memories, where else in the UK can you walk for over four hours and not see anybody - only sheep.

        • Neville

          I felt almost compelled to leave a few words here having read through your poem several times already... you have certainly painted a pretty picture sir, the pair of ya sharing a good old fashioned picnic up there on the hill.. brought back some luverly memories of my own so ya did.. such a shame folk seem to have let this bit of our heritage fade almost into obscurity.. dont know what they are missing, do they.. Cheers to you and your missus...

          • Goldfinch60

            What a wonderful comment Neville. Those times in the Dales were so special and you are right many people do not remember or even want to go into Nature’s wondrous world.

            • Neville

              my very sincere pleasure... I myself have such wonderful memories of picnicking both as a child and as a lover and as a parent... .. I am fortunate to live in the countryside so still have my picnics every now and then....



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