ive been to visit yorkshire...my home county.


Wuthering

Some things never need to be different.
Down here in the vale all is calm and easy.
Knowing I am heading up to the moor
I drag on the wellingtons and waxed jacket
Layered underneath several times.
On my way up I collect the neighbours dogs and
A large stick so I may shake it.
I am going to the wuthering place
Where wind songs will ever buffet me.

This is a new place to me but I know
The undulations and the rules and where
The view will unfold to tear me...
My county never fears me...never
Disappoints. It is in my blood.

We climb in our own time.
There is no need to hurry-
Everything will wait for us.

Stepping onto the top I see
Yorkshire beneath my feet and gasp...there is
The long usual view of beauty with the wind
Singing in my ears of home and happiness.
I fill my lungs to scream with the wutherings.

I live far away from here by choice
Yet this is my true home...
My eyes, my ears, my heart are owned
Forever with this landscape.
It can never leave me or me it.

I am a Yorkshire daughter.

















Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-12-23 at 01:14

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Nancy Sikora
A beautiful poem about coming home to the places that live inside us and never leave.
2011-01-02


Sid Gardner
As spectacular as the pentland hills under four feet of snow? Perhaps. ...But its different when you feel at home.The numbness of the cold will not quench the warmth of the heart.
Merry Christmas o'le fruit.
2010-12-26


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautifully written, Linda. I'd wondered where you'd gone.
2010-12-24


NicholasG
I envy you...and your writing...and your neighbours dogs for that matter! I feel I have been there!
Thank you.
xox Nick
2010-12-23