Tom Higgins

My Little Lady Of The Lakes

I look upon Lady Grasmere,
from atop Dunmail Raise,
as she lies in her amphitheatre
of beauty unsurpassed,
mere language cannot express
words powerful enough to praise,
to describe such a vision,
such a total sensory blast.
This bejewelled goddess
of Mother Nature's glory,
laid out before me
on a bed of velvety green,
telling a wonderful
and very ancient story,
throughout the millennia
by many adoring eyes seen.
And still she lies
in mostly natural splendour,
little of her changing as
each new age doth pass,
I stand gazing, I'm awestruck,
and I surrender,
my whole being, willingly,
to this little Lakeland lass!

Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 26, 2012
Poem Edited: Thursday, April 26, 2012

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Grasmere is a small lake in the English Lake District, and it is one of the most beautiful places on Earth. I pass through every Thursday, and Friday and I always stop to ogle!
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