Some musings

Holidaying in the Lake District we walked past the one time home of William Wordsworth. Some experiences are truly inspirational…

We wandered lonely ‘neath the clouds,
Alas they numbered plenty,
And as we strode along the path,
Those clouds, they chose to empty.
But still we ventured bravely on,
We so enjoy our rambles,
And soon we were rewarded by,
A host of thorny brambles.

With apologies to William Wordsworth

And on a separate occasion, whilst strolling on the Quantocks…

Upon smooth Quantock’s airy ridge we roved
Unchecked, or loitered ‘mid her sylvan combes
Our faces creased, their smiles, our pleasure showed
‘Till Hinckley C, the idyll fades, on landscapes fair it looms.

With further apologies to William Wordsworth

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Other attempts at verse

To read ‘Spare me a doctor’, click here

To read ‘The Old Surfer’, click here

To read ‘If’, click here

To read ‘I knew a Man’, click here

To read ‘Room Enough’, click here

To read ‘Old Hands’, click here

To read ‘Beaten’, click here

To read ‘Resting in Pieces’, click here

To read ‘Crushed’, click here

To read ‘Masked’, click here

To read ‘Patient’, click here

To read ‘Yesterday and Today’, click here

To read ‘Smoke Signals’, click here

To read ‘Someone left a cake out in the rain’, click here

To read ‘At Land’s End’, click here

To read ‘She’s The Patient You Don’t Know You Have’, click here

To read ‘She’s the patient you still don’t know you have’, click here

To read ‘the wrong patient’, click here

To read ‘together in line’ click here

To read ‘Desolation Row’, click here