A Cumbrian GardenA Poem by JohnLActually, I have no garden in Cumbria but this is like the lakeland Horticultural Society Garden at AmblesideA Cumbrian Garden - John Berry July 4, 2010 A foxglove stands, drips, bright with rain while pinks in rank profusion drain in raised and sandy gritted beds where alpines shake small, gem-like heads close to flowers whose hue and shape, green-mounted, offer jewelled cape to rocky shouldered limestone spurs rising, glowing, bright in airs new-freshened by the falling rain.
Borderless, and blending well, Encompassed by wild moorland fell beloved of larks and lambs, a sward, of gentle, sheep-mown turf toward the craggier hills where ravens ply and eagles plane the summer sky. All this I see and more, yet more looking down on Cumbrian shore; on glistening lakes from mountain fell these English Lakes I know so well. Oh joy that humble garden blends with craggy tops and wooded dell, close nibbled grass and rocky scree And lakes; this - - - is enough for me. © 2010 JohnLFeatured Review
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Added on July 4, 2010Last Updated on July 4, 2010 AuthorJohnLWirral Peninsula, United KingdomAboutI live in England, and love the English countryside, the music of Elgar and Holst which describes it so beautifully and the poetry of John Clare, the 'peasant poet' and Gerard Manley Hopkins, which d.. more..Writing
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