I stood in awe, on Gummer's Howe
and gazed down on Lakeside.
As Windermere caressed my brow,
a wind-borne inland tide
of lost emotions from the dark
came flooding back to play,
whilst punctuating Fellfoot Park
and brightening my day.
How can we dwell on sorrows gone
when nature brings these gems?
Each treasure will
my measure fill
my bursting dam, it stems.
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