Walking on the Dyke, above Knighton
By Rhiannonw
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Propitious weather window,
favourable circumstances allow
a few hours for a walk:
stiff climb to the ridge,
valley far below,
narrow meandering ribbon-river,
two-coach tiny train,
and viaduct – hazy in a gap
of hills and valleys melting into Wales;
hot June sun, windy picnic at the top,
carpets of heath bedstraw,
skylarks thrilling as they rise
trilling in the spanning skies;
then they land, alertly stand,
staying briefly close at hand;
steep descent, take care, don’t rush,
to the lanes for timed return,
– water-logged and lush
the tangle in the verges, hedges:
campion, willow-herb and woundwort,
cow parsley, crosswort,
buttercups, foxgloves, vetch,
and wild rose, delicate;
clinging cleavers form a patch
to smother, suffocate
– explosive growth of goosegrass,
has made a swathing shroud.
Lane-side trees bring welcome shade,
and sun’s heat lessens,
increase of covering cloud,
– there may be rain again tomorrow,
today we’ve wallowed in a
welcome weather-window!
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We could all do with such a
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I agree with Rigel. This is
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Hi Rhiannon
Hi Rhiannon
When you read the poem, you feel like you are being guided step by step on the walk. Lovely.
Jean
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What a beautiful vision you
What a beautiful vision you've created in this poem. I was transported by your words, which is so great as I don't like to travel far these days. You brought back my own past memories of special days out.
Many thanks for sharing.
Jenny.
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