I sit on the hilltop high above the vale,
Occasional white balls of cloud
Sail so gently passed me,
Painted with natures brush,
On a canvas of pale blue.
I look down the valley
At the vista that the artist has created.
I see greens of many shades,
The deep green on the leaves of trees,
Interspersed with the lime greens in fields.
The vast panoply so varied;
The splashes of yellow
Intermingled with browns and red
Of earth and clay, natures birthplaces,
Covering the valley before me.
The river, meandering majestically below,
Sparkling from the beams of light
Passed down from the golden sun.
The river, like a moving brush,
Sending succour and colour to the fields.
Nature’s canvas set out all around me
For me to enjoy in this world;
And the symphony of birdsong
Adding to the natural art
Which I cherish with love and wonder.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Memories of the times Joyce and I went to the Yorkshire Dales in the last century.
- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: TobaniNataiella, Cassie58, Qurrathul Ain
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Comments11
This is beautiful. I can see all that joy and splendour in your imagery. 🌹
Much appreciated Teddy, thank you for your kind words.
Andy
Such smashing memories to cherish for always .. Neville
So very true Neville, thank you.
Andy
Word artistry. You have a rich word brush when in the midst of unsullied nature, Andy.
So very kind Dave, thank you.
Andy
This is very beautiful. Filled with wonderful detail/very enjoyable compadre. Excellent
Muchja appreciated David, thank you.
Andy
A fine write Gold. Didn't you and I go there in the 5 millionth century BC?! Has it changed much? lol.
Yes we did and it has changed a bit Orchi.
Andy
takes you on a tranquil journey as you read, Really enjoyable.
Most kind Tobani, thank you.
Andy
You are very welcome
Lines of a master. Gold this poem presents wonderful lines of free verse with hidden rhyme within. That hidden rhyme in modesty of the author shows his mastery of writing. It presents a beautiful picture placed in beautiful words. I think people have known for a long time Andy, then a masterful poet lies behind that pen.
Such very kind and humbling words soren, thank you so very much.
Andy
Andy, this poem is a gift this morning. This share from you is truly magnificent. You are a word artist who can capture the natural environment and transfer it into the mind’s eye of your readers. A little Mozart is the icing on the cake.
Much appreciated Cassie.
Yes Mozart would ice anybody's cake, I have all his recorded work.
Andy
Nothing quite like natural art!
So very true arqios, thank you.
Andy
Excellent write Andy
Thank you Tony.
Andy
You're welcome
Colorblind I have not the ability to properly appreciate, say, the fall changes. I do find images in clouds, and the power of different landscapes. Nice.
Sorry to hear that Dan but you would be able to see the changes in a way that I could not. Thank you.
Andy
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