Breeze in the Ribble Valley
Dew drenched morning leaves rustle in the Ribble Valley breeze
Birds chirp at dancing ripe berries
A sheep call echoes in the distant meadow
Ribble valley smiles at me, her new fellow from afar
Look, the taste of silence!
But where is it?
Amidst the burble of the stream? Or in the mesmerised heart?
Lo, just feel the equanimity when it is!
Windermere lake is magical when it is mirror calm
It can unite a teenage son and a dad yearning for a conversation
Row the kayak, but let it go wherever it wants
For the conversation is what matters, not where we drift
You never know what rhymes in a daughter’s heart
Let her adventures settle in the way she wants
Courageous, set sail thee the love of my life
Dare, assured of my shoulders whenever you want
I will write nothing
Because it is written
Seth, read this again
When you are the one on the right
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