The Man Who Walks Upon The Fells
As our walk upon the fells began
A cool morning, gathering and overcast
A stately gentleman and a lady with a dog
We walked to the vale of Grasmere.
Trollers Hill and Simon's Seat
Dale's Way to the River Wharf
Beacons on high hills roused Ancient Britons once
The walks of early man
The fells of Lancashire and the Peak
The way of Haw Cray;
The walks of early man,
Now go down in history.
To the poet, the philosopher and the saint he writes
All things friendly and sacred,yet precious of their make;
Days of holiness, nights written of deep desire,
Self-reliance, the height and perfection of man.
His companion a loyal dog
He speaks of his own mind, man of the fells.
Telling stories of the ancients in the poems that he writes.
I find him standing firm in his own shoes
He values what he has in himself;
Not perfect, but just a man with a soul,
The walk has now become a journey of sorts.
Angels have whispered to him
On the walk that he now goes;
This is the Fellsman,
The Fellsman that I know.
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Posted: May 2012
About this poem:
This was written for a friend. A man I respect highly. :) It is what is envisioned to go on a walk with him as a friend though his beloved Fells. :)
Comments (13)
Thanks for dharing.
Windy
A tribute to a friend is one of the highest and most honest compliments we can give them.:)
A kind word goes a long way.:)
Eloquence and nobility goes far back in my bloodlines.*chuckle* It also helps that I once kissed the Blarney Stone. It certainly has helped me find the words in both communication and in written form.:)
So glad you like it. :)
A lovely poem and a beautiful tribute to a kind friend. You've conjured up so many lovely images in this poem. Good to see you back contributing again by the way.
I'm sure your poem is kindly meant, and it is most thoughtful of you, but I wasn't aware that I needed cheering up.
I have the good fortune to live within walking distance of my long term poetry and walking buddy, Odette, and I am further blessed to have the cherished friendship of a delightful lady who also shares my love of nature and classical music.
There's no way I will ever beat myself up about a bit of Poetry Board unrest - my shoulders are broad and life is too short. My sincere thanks once again.
Best wishes.
Bill
I try to be. I'm so very glad that you liked it.:)
I just wrote what my heart spoke. I'm so glad you like it.
Kindness is my nature. I'd often wondered what it would be like to walk the fells with you. Seeing nature and all of it's beautiful glory, listening to its' stories and savoring it all slowly.
You're very blessed indeed to have such a walking partner. :) Life is far to short to be spent in bitterness and anger. Live and let live in peace and harmony is how I see it. :)