The rolling, high mountain ranges
Go on and go on for ages and ages,
The deep valleys are so picturesque
With lakes a treasure chest the best,
The scenery with unspoiled greenery
Was a pleasant and pleasing serenity,
All in all Cumbria is oh so heavenly
A source of peacefulness tranquillity.
The ranging flowers last for hours
With many a rose in a state of pose,
And the yellow tulip beautifully chic
With a snout with clout to rage about,
And the daisy on a plain were a frenzy
That I was merry like drunk on sherry,
An array of colour on sight so a delight
That my flight over a meadow did flow.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 14/09/2024
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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