We saw the view from Langdale to the sea
Windermere, a riddle ten miles long
Coniston a question of degree
Old Man standing like a children’s song
The risky climb, the tough hand that saved me
The energy of youth and the unknown
The boldest child, the future poetry
By the shape of hills ,I’m overthrown
The shock of beauty and the cliffs of rock
The slope as sheer as silk, the mirrored poem
The sturdy heart that startled with its knock
The pensive soul that brought these wishes home
On the highest peak’s edge, we lay down~
Closed our eyes to hear the sheep bells sound
How my heart sings 