The Wind and the Sun

Lake District Mountains

The answers were never clear,

deeply submerged by fear,

solidarity my only retreat,

please let me know where we can meet,

streams warmed by the sun wash my feet,

the babbling sounds capture my heart,

my love for you and your art,

gives me a daily fresh start,

we climb the mountain,

on a clear summers day,

I feel your warmth as the wind whistles,

we climb down and stop to bath in a mountain stream,

blessings and wishes, I will always be holding your hand,

running to catch up as we walk your land,

Thin soles – leather boots

Tan leather boots,
 soles worn thin,
though still a smile and a tough grin, 
never before could he of imagined what was in-store, 
days and days, walking from place to place, 
sometimes catching the train,
 merely to be told to get off again,
walking again, through places of wonder,
mountains and thunder, 
castles carved in the rock
and rivers that flow round the clock,
 

 

 
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