We climbed the hill,
Up the dale we went.
It was a hard climb
But we made it,
Made it to the top.
As ever the view was there
And it was worth it.
I had seen it many times,
My friends just stood,
Stood in quiet reverence
Just taking in the majesty,
The majesty of the patchwork,
The patchwork of verdant growth.
It was spread out before them
It was like god’s blanket.
The colours of nearing Autumn
Patched the blanket
With russets, golds and reds,
Studding the hedgerows
With pops of colour
That drew the eye.
Colours that changed every day
As Natures canvas painted new,
Painted new art each day.
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Yes, a fine write Gold.
How's that Grand Old Duke getting on? His men must see that view several times, going up and down the hill. Wish he would make his mind up! lol.
Thanks Orchi.
Hills are challenging. We all have our own hills and mountains to climb in life. However, once you get to the top, the view looks so much better. A poem which will be relatable to many Andy. Have a good Monday. Lovely imagery in your words I might add.
Thank you Cassie. My wife and I used to go to the Yorkshire Dales regularly and have climbed many hills and dales and it was wonderful.
Andy
beautiful words! outstanding!
Most kind audria, thank you.
Andy
A remarkable poem.It captures the glory of the view and the struggle to the top.Well done
Thank you David, yes the view from the top is so wonderful.
Andy
Fall's beauty in the temperate zones of the world. I grew up with this but now live in the subtropical zones and it is yearly green. A most beautiful metaphor of the patchwork quilt in all its colors.
Thank you soren, much appreciated.
Andy
The landscape beautiful at ground level. But isn't it interesting how we all are drawn to a higher elevation to view the same landscape? I always enjoy climbing to the top of Lawson Tower in my home town of Scituate, Massachusetts. I must post one of my poems about it with a photo. Great write Andy. Keep that quill wet. 😊👍
So true AP but looking down on that landscape brings a completely different feeling within you.
Andy
Keep climbing drear Andy, such freedom I know I've climbed a few. 🌹
I certainly will Teddy, each hill leads us to a different one each time.
Andy
Vivid imagery, Andy. Good poem.
Thank you Jerry much appreciated.
Andy
Beautiful and warm. Great write.
Much appreciated Thomas.
Andy
Rarely happens these days, but i got a sudden rush of something like emotion, a nostalgia for those lovingly tended patchwork fields of England which I'd hiked round the edges of, especially the hop fields of Kent.
Good write, Andy.
Thanks Dave.
I know Kent very well, I was born there and lived the first50 years of my life there.
Andy
And?
And now live in Worcestershire due to accepting a job offer I couldn't refuse 25 years ago.
Good luck guided you, Andy - your river was not in Kent, was it?
No not now it used to be the Medway in Kent but now it is The Avon.
Andy
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