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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.