if you have missed it (HOW?), I've cycled to Ilkley today, which was exhausting but worth it -
but I should really like to share a poem that I wrote when I just arrived. I'd picked up an egg & mayo sandwich from the shop and had spread my coat on the grass near a church, overlooking the valley and the river Wharfe, when suddenly this poem pretty much wrote itself. It's not profound in any case, it's basically as light as I felt spread out in the sun after finding a place to just - lie. Also, honestly, days long lost? I haven't any lost histories. But it sounded nice.
While in the grass I lie
Near Ilkley's morbid Moor
Under a cloudless sky
I think of days of yore
For oft when in my dreams I wander
I find in mind the days long past
I gaze upon the hills far yonder
And find my days long lost
The land and paths of this here lawn
This land of people, gods and sheep
Make me do nowt but stretch and yawn
And think myself to sleep.
