Nature's Blanket.

Goldfinch60



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.

 

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 22nd, 2024 01:31
  • Category: Reflection
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  • orchidee

    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.

  • Cassie58

    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.

    • Goldfinch60

      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

    • audria

      beautiful words! outstanding!

      • Goldfinch60

        Most kind audria, thank you.

        Andy

      • David Wakeling

        A remarkable poem.It captures the glory of the view and the struggle to the top.Well done

        • Goldfinch60

          Thank you David, yes the view from the top is so wonderful.

          Andy

        • sorenbarrett

          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.

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you soren, much appreciated.

            Andy

          • Teddy.15

            Keep climbing drear Andy, such freedom I know I've climbed a few. 🌹

            • Goldfinch60

              I certainly will Teddy, each hill leads us to a different one each time.

              Andy

            • Jerry Reynolds

              Vivid imagery, Andy. Good poem.

              • Goldfinch60

                Thank you Jerry much appreciated.

                Andy

              • Thomas W Case

                Beautiful and warm. Great write.

                • Goldfinch60

                  Much appreciated Thomas.

                  Andy

                • Doggerel Dave

                  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.

                  • Goldfinch60

                    Thanks Dave.

                    I know Kent very well, I was born there and lived the first50 years of my life there.

                    Andy

                    • Doggerel Dave

                      And?

                      • Goldfinch60

                        And now live in Worcestershire due to accepting a job offer I couldn't refuse 25 years ago.

                        • Doggerel Dave

                          Good luck guided you, Andy - your river was not in Kent, was it?

                          • Goldfinch60

                            No not now it used to be the Medway in Kent but now it is The Avon.

                            Andy



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