I have recently had a holiday in the lake district, a national park known for the beauty of it's surroundings. It inspired me to write the following poem. I hope that you enjoy it and, possibly, that it make you think.Seeing
What do we see when we look around?
The mountains, the trees, the lakes, the ground?
What do we see as we travel this road?
The swallows and swifts, the frog and toad?
How can we see while we bustle around?
Crowded and speeding through life’s vibrant sound.
What do we see when we look around?
The cars, the buildings, the concreted ground!
The swallows and swifts, the frog and toad?
How can we see while we bustle around?
Crowded and speeding through life’s vibrant sound.
What do we see when we look around?
The cars, the buildings, the concreted ground!
What do we see as we travel this road?
The trouble, the burden; our so heavy load!
The trouble, the burden; our so heavy load!
How can we see, around us so little?
Ignoring the awesome, the precious, the brittle.
Ignoring the awesome, the precious, the brittle.
It is time to stop and stare,
To shed the worry and the care.
Time to look around and see,
That oft forgotten tranquillity.
Time to see creation’s splendour,
Mighty, awesome, yet so tender.
Time to let that burden slip,
And from a new cup now to sip.
What do you see when you look around?
What do you see as you travel your road?
To shed the worry and the care.
Time to look around and see,
That oft forgotten tranquillity.
Time to see creation’s splendour,
Mighty, awesome, yet so tender.
Time to let that burden slip,
And from a new cup now to sip.
What do you see when you look around?
What do you see as you travel your road?
