Yesterday my plan was to wait until early evening before venturing out. It’s a nice time of day and there should be fewer people about. Now that I’ve been out once in the car to reach Longridge Fell for a walk I hoped to go further.
Every parking place on the southern side of the fell was packed, with cars alongside the roads.
I lost heart and drove home.
But before I threw in the towel I discovered another three ‘slate poems’ propped up at the popular spots. They seem to keep appearing as if by magic and each one has a beautifully written verse reflecting our environment and possibly our predicament.
Thank you whoever you are.
Tonight’s three –
What is the name
of the deep breath I would take
over and over
for all of us? Call it whatever you want, it is
Whoever does them has lovely writing..
Yes, they are meticulously written.
You should have a drive up to spot them.
I only hope that they last without being vandalised.
A familiar sight. Same around the West Pennines yesterday. I do like that idea of those wayside poems. Someone’s gone to a lot of work, penning those on bits of slate. Very uplifting.
Yes, I’m trying to find out who has produced the slates, a very altruistic gesture.
There may be more tomorrow.
The Frost poem is very well known and has lots of hidden depth. All good stuff.
What about a trip to Barnard Castle ( just to give the car an airing)?
I thought that poem would have accompanied your post “I wonder where that path goes?” well.
It will be lovely down by the river at BC today but you can see from my posts I’m reluctant to venture far.
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