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Poetry from within

Landscapes of the Mind.

The aspect of the sky was grey

And cast its gloom upon the day.

However light of heart the mood

The mountains silent, brooding stood.

Derwent Island in quiet seclusion sits

The mists deceive the eye with tricks.

A spectral presence on Cat Bells

The lonely traveller walks the fells.

While, in the shadows of the night

The Heavens would with stars alight.

Where poets have often come to dream

I heard the vixen’s anguished scream.

And, then, what silence did prevail

On mountain, lake, and bridal trail.

Waves played tunes upon the stones-

The changing textures and the tones.

That all-transcendent peace and calm

Good faith, and hope, confers on man.

And were those landscapes to be mine

What heights, what summits, I would climb.

Robert Carson