This land healed me,
no Man upon it, no God above
no Shakespeare Sonnet,
no act of love.
These gentle hills
their majesty,
renewed all hope,
took tragedy,
and placed in me
a seed to grow
the fruit of all
I’ve come to know.
© Wolfgar 2019
This land healed me,
no Man upon it, no God above
no Shakespeare Sonnet,
no act of love.
These gentle hills
their majesty,
renewed all hope,
took tragedy,
and placed in me
a seed to grow
the fruit of all
I’ve come to know.
© Wolfgar 2019
Beautiful picture, beautiful poem. Where is this David? I do miss the rolling hills.
Hi Jon, thanks for passing by. This is in the Surrey Hills near Godalming, I have been doing quite a bit of walking there recently.
David