Cragg Cottage 1 Poem by James Tipp

Bough Lake District

We drank from the bottle marked Bough,
Transported to the land of Alice.
Giants in a miniature world of beauty.
The tiny garden enriched with sweet perfume
Rose, Fern, the Wisteria covered entrance.
Cragg cottage minute in proportion, a romantic haven.
Here the intimacyis real, tangible, cosy
Ancient beams, thick stone walls, speak of age
Here amongst the hills and lakes, peace
A chance to hear and feel creations beauty.


(July 2011)