I’m writing from Lakeland’s Ambleside
This holiday is making me tired
Lots to see, lots to do
(Quite comfortable at Hotel Vale View)
Lots more to do, lots more to see
Kodak is making a fortune from me!
Ambleside is really quite quaint
Just the resort for he who is a saint
Plenty of places to lodge and eat
And people greet you in the street
Three times I’ve been drawn to this base
(Something to do with magnets in my case!)
Ennerdale Water on a bright sunny day
Can easily take your breath away
Approaching it from a high position
I saw a red arable farm engine
Near to it two little lambs were at rest
The scene was quintessentially picturesque

On the road to Buttermere the car was tossed to and fro
But on the way I felt a kind of pleasure though
When I arrived I saw the grandeur landscape
Woods where you could get lost in and escape
Mighty mountains where you could go hunting
And views of the lake which were just stunning
Next stop is the western sea port Whitehaven
The water there was coloured blue but now brown is given
Its marina and surrounding buildings are clean and new
The people looked happy, rested and contented too
On one of the covered piers I saw two young lovers
If only I could share this epic holiday with others
Devoke Water, the jewel in Cumbria’s crown
Far away from any village or town
This is my absolute favourite tarn of all
“Gloria in excelsis Deo!”, I hear the angels call
Not a single man or woman in sight
Spirited away I could stay all night

And so to the deepest lake of all, Wast Water
For many it’s the best; none comes after
There is a handy shop near by this lake
Which stocks plenty of Kendal Mint Cake
Rain is not uncommon to The District
Meaning my photography here had a limit
At Ullswater on the day of my visit
I distinguished a different kind of spirit
Communication with people in the area
Was not the same as the rest of Cumbria
Got some cracking photographs from a hill
Including a passing jet aircraft until it was nil
Photography of StockGhyll woods and stream
Was in many ways a waterscape dream
The low lighting, the bridge and the waterfall
The flowing water with its rocks and all
I set up my tripod on rubble, soil and sand
And forget the clock with its flying hands
Ahh Rydal Mount, so beautiful, so handsome
William Wordsworth’s home in the age of Romanticism
What wonderful words must have leaked from his quill
Poetry and prose, and whatever was his will
Dove Cottage too is where the art did flow
Walking the fells with the family in tow
Michael Bobb
August 2018
Really evocative Michael – I can really imagine the sights and sounds. Wonderful photos too.
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Thank you, Angie. Each of the verses in this poem are only snapshots; I could write so much more! Before I went to Cumbria a couple of years ago I knew I would write. Even the morning of my departure my mind was running through different stanzas and other potential jottings. ‘Consider…’, on the Prose page of this blog, was also written during this tour.
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I’m pleased you’re enjoying your stay in Cumbria. Its a glorious place to be, despite some poor weather this weekend. Enjoy the rest of your vacation ☺
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Thank you. I’ve been three times and it is certainly not enough!! One particular friend (a Cumbrian habitant) enquires about the next visit.
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