Golden Cap views from its peak so enchanting
Across the blue waters to Lyme Regis bay,
The fine pearl of Dorset her Cobb and the harbour
Her houses a paint-box of colour this day.
I walk through the grass on this heavenly hillside
That's rising so steeply to Corsican Pine,
I stand there and gaze at the south coast of England
And know that these riches shall always be mine.
Crowned by the sandstone that shines in the sunlight
Where nature's alive and forever will be,
The wild flowers that grow on the slopes gently wave
As they bend on the breeze that does blow from the sea.
Golden Cap views from its peak so enchanting
And touching the clouds as they slowly pass by,
A place full of dreams and my heart is so joyful
To watch all the seagulls that soar through the sky.
The phrase ‘houses a color box of paints this day’ is excellent...displays a pair of observing poetic eyes...again the line ‘these riches shall always be mine’ exhibits a nature loving poetic mind...beautiful piece, Andrew...good poetry just flows out of your mind...10+
I love it! I love it! This is superb. It is going to my favourites list right now. A delight to read, perfection at its most perfect. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
Simply soaring high to sublimity it seems for you in Nature! Indeed it is a wonderful and simple poem coming from the heart. Nice!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a gloriously happy poem. I find myself waltzing to your words (I think they're written in anapaestic tetrameter are they not?) . My favorite line would have to be 'Her houses a paint-box of colour this day.' I envy your comfortableness with traditional poetic form, Andrew. It's quite a gift. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥