Britain, Poetry, Travel

Back to the Shire| Yorkshire| England

The dales before me brightly stood
Cloaked in green with life;
Beckoned to me in my deepest sleep; 
Comforted me in dark times.

To you, I come after many long years
When the August sun shines bright. 
The whisper of the gentle breeze 
Has set my spirits alight.
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Horton-in-Ribblesdale, Selside
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Todmorden, Stoodly Pike
I take one look at meadows green
And breathe a heavy sigh;
I hide my face and shed a tear
And in it there was no lie.

Love’s eye, so vexed with love unceasing
Has smitten me in my weakest spot.
I am here where it all started -
I have come to reclaim what I had lost.
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Huddersfield, Marsden
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Huddersfield, Marsden
The Pen-y-Ghent in blue and green 
Stood before me in a diffused light.
The ups and downs of its flattened crown
Rose to a sheer majestic height.


The English sun came shining down
On the dales and vales and fells.
Lo! and behold! this is an enchanted land;
It is here where my heart dwells!
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Pen – y -Ghent
On and on I walked the path
That many before me have trod.
The jagged rocks and those clever twists -
Alas! it is with danger fraught!


Little by little, I traveled far
And conquered tricky climbs.
The isolation grew and silence befell;
I had lost the sense of time.


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Horton-in-Ribblesdale, Selside
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Todmorden
 The clocks of time forgets and kills
 Memories that lie beyond the shore;
I’ll never let it chime away my precious hours;
I’ll silence its ticks for evermore.
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Todmorden
Oh Yorkshire, the shire of Frodo and Sam;
Here, the hobbits thrive.
The forbidden love of Cathy and Heath
Amidst all perils survive!


The Brandywine river, the village of Bree
Came true before my eyes.
In fantasy, in reality -
Yorkshire is, with beauty, rife.
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Settle
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Huddersfield, Marsden
I came across a lone pool of Life
From the ancient days of yore;
Where magic lives and weaves dark tales
Of Celtic legends and folk lores.


In a sudden flight, I took a leap
Into the waters blue.
The sacred pool has healed my soul.
Now, I live anew.
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Clapham cum Newby – Chapel-le-Dale
The untamed moors, the wilderness
Is my true home under the stars.
I travel on, past lands and seas
And reach my home afar.


And when I’m weary, weak and dreary
Surviving life’s tempestuous tests;
I come back to thee with joyful glee;
Near you, my heart finds rest.
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Todmorden
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Erringden

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23 thoughts on “Back to the Shire| Yorkshire| England”

  1. I always dream of visiting the Yorkshire Dales one day. I have read about in James Herriot’s books and now you have written about the green meadows and dales so beautiful. Thank you for bring me closer to Yorkshire virtually.

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