MY NORTHUMBERLAND
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
High on the hills of Northumberland
Perched on a blanket
With a sandwich in my hand
So quiet here almost haunted
With the company in the distance
Of the new-born lambs
Their unaware of my presence
In this vast beautiful land
Where kings fought
And blood was spilt
Where we battled those wearing the kilt
Next to me stands the wooden cross
Covered in damp moss
With names of those whose lives we lost
So tranquil
I feel so peaceful
Overhead are the Kittiwakes
And towards the sand dunes are the Guillemots
This truly is paradise
The sheer diversity
Makes you look twice
Forever changing views
Shades of blues
Count the four skies
Hungry for knowledge as the land is wise
Rich and pure
Packed with history
Ghostly caves full of mystery
Med evil churches and castles a like
Ancient walls a beautiful site
From mountainous moorland
And heather-clad hills
To sweeping sand
The only soldiers now are the streight daffodils
Standing tall
Among bluebells small
And expansive mudflats
So many habitats
Fresh air to breathe
No modern sounds
Look all around
This vast ground
Covered in heather
Sees stormy weather
April raindrops
In winter snowdrops
Carpet such nature
Its culture
This is how it should be
A flask of tea
And camera by my side
I want to show this off
But same time need to hide
As don’t want it spoilt
By brash flashing lights
Let the children run free
With their summer time kites
A starry sky
Can be viewed at night
A butterfly
In flight
Dewy glades
Buckets and spades
Boulders rocks
Lost sandals and socks
Salted water kisses
the golden beach
All this in my reach
How lucky am I
To live somewhere like this
If I were to leave here
This lifestyle I surely would miss
So if you can keep a secret
Put this place under your hat
Bring a picnic and a mat
And enjoy Northumberland at its best
It’s a place to wrest
But somewhere to live
For this land has so much to give
Copyright Fiona Cummings 2015
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