The holy smell of grass, the feel of air

I wish I were on Hutton Roof again
The limestone and the little open flowers
The sea at Arnside  like a distant gem
The spaciousness like days with extra hours

I wish I were as agile now as then
I might  climb High White Stones  for  serious fun
The whole mere  down below still winding on
The  handsome lake, the Old Man, Coniston

I wish I were  in Dent, the curious shapes
The hills and their deep mystery engross
The height, the little river, the mistakes
The lost loved man alive, to hold me close

I wish I were on Hutton Roof  today
The holy smell of grass, the feel of air