Aire Valley Poem by Paul Butters

Up here amongst the Dales
There is a magic everywhere.

These rolling hills, all draped in mist
Seduce my senses with their rustic charm.

From high above: my sister’s loft,
Oh what a view!
The valley of The Aire: just set
Before me like an open map.

These towns and villages, all pasted on those undulating hills.
Above, the ever changing clouds right now are drifting, aimlessly along.

A tree-dot landscape smothered by those clinging mists.
The clouds roll on, imperiously
Lording over everything:
A land all shrouded in mystery.



© PB 25\7\2011 at 09.30 in Yorkshire.