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 righ t