It was a fine morning
We set off early
Walking in the hills
Just Julie and me
Each too a backpack
Drink to quench our thirst
And some snacks of course
We were free, so free
We crossed the stiles then
Passed the still dark copse
A lark spied us both
Close, a buzzing bee
Now an uphill climb
Meadows scent now gone
Windswept trees were seen
Now there's rocky scree
We now stopped awhile
On a jagged col
Took a well earned rest
To seek the distant sea
We were out of breath
But she smiled at me
Look so intimate
So I touched her knee
I remember now
Those days so long past
Our love in full bloom
And still yearn for thee
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this beautiful and so melancholic
ReplyDeleteYou've got yearning down pat. Very melancholy.
ReplyDeleteVery wistful. What a shame we can only move one direction in time.
ReplyDeleteCopse meadow and larks make this an English setting. Wistful memories from your youth no doubt . No backpacks in those days...knapsacks methinks!:)
ReplyDeleteYou've inspired me to take a walk and enjoy all of the wonders available!
ReplyDeleteSo much beauty and love in your words. Thanks so much for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI remember that too ;) a good walk is always best shared
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