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The Peak District - Jan 2012 058

 

The smell of the earth met my nose,
the rich soil crushed beneath my feet,
so different the greens of the gorse, I sighed
as I trod God’s glorious land.

 

Breathing deeply, the cold air spiking my lungs.
A light mist felt damp against my warm face,
the view majestic from every turn.
I dug deep for energy for I was on top of the world,
for this is what it seemed to me.

 

The barren trees looked wicked
their prickly swaying arms fighting against the cruel wind.
This place suited my mind, this place suited my soul.
The dry stone walls stood strong but in odd places,
who had built them there?

 

The sun and the clouds merged as a delicate rainbow presented…
Up in the heavens I found peace.
 
And you were not far away.
Safely tucked in the pocket next to my heart…

 

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