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Thirlmere
by Tony Young
A lake scene dream
but few times each year reaches out at will,
beautifull, cold, still.
The laughing sun peeps through
to chase the early mists away,
and soon a gentle breeze
resumes to take it all away.
but for now
ones eyes do dance around the scene
to take a thousand
picture postcard stills,
they'll see no dancing though,
not from the bluebells,
nor the old guys daffodills.
a lake scene dream
but few times each year reaches out at will,
Thirlmere you are beautifull,
when your cold and still.
04/17/2009
Author's Note: One of Cumbria's beautifull lakes especially on a rare, still, morning. A haunt of William Wordsworth....
Posted on 04/17/2009
Copyright © 2025 Tony Young
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/17/09 at 08:25 PM Picturesque and pastoral painting in words if you will! Tranquil setting! A very pleasant read! |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/17/09 at 08:58 PM Who in the hell needs pictures when you've got images like this in your head? Very stunning and beautifully painted. |
| Posted by Maude Curtis on 04/18/09 at 06:49 AM you painted a beautiful picture. I can imagine myself being there in the quiet still of a cold crisp morning |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/18/09 at 12:50 PM I AGREE! I can just picture the serenity and stillness of the lake- beautiful- makes me want to be there, Your descripttion is soooo good. You draw a wonderful picture! Great write, Tony! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/18/09 at 01:21 PM Poetically enlightening and picture perfect I'd say. Thanks for sharing this Tony! |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 04/18/09 at 02:35 PM I love the personification of the sun that way! Thanks, Tony! |
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