Strolling The English Countryside - Poem by JOHNNY COBB
We left Glasgow Scotland early this morn
Viewed flower filled meadows on our train ride.
We'll settle into our bed-and-breakfast
Then go strolling the English counrtyside.
We're reserved for two nights in Whitehaven.
Glenlea Guesthouse borders the Lake District.
Can't wait to go hiking by creeks and farms
Such a panoramic place we have picked.
We pass green pastures of cattle and sheep.
Loved quiet moments just viewing the hills.
Sunshine sparkles on the Firth of Solway
As we take in the scent of daffodils.
One hundred forty miles across England
You can hike, bike or walk from C 2 C.
Whitehaven was once home to John Paul Jones.
See the Irish Sea from our B and B.
A full moon grabbed our attention at ten
As it hung low in the sky o'er the firth.
The Roman Empire advanced to these shores...
Just the prettiest place on God's blue Earth.
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