We left the valley in sunshine
climbed steeply to the high hills
where sheep outnumbered far
the passing cars
There the rain met our ascent
with mist obscuring the views
Surrounded by mist and by moor
we were totally enclosed
in our own world
The beat of the rain
and the bleating of sheep
were alien sounds
I wanted to explain unable to show
the beauty of grass and heatherclad moorland the
tarn shimmering in sunlight to our right
and Penyghent rearing up in front of us
There was none of this to be seen
Enshrouded in our own world
it mattered only that we were there
© Gerald England
Composed: Sheffield, 14th July 1972
Publications
1972 FOR HER VOLUME ONE (Pontefract, Poet's Press of Osgoldcross)
1987 Weyfarers (UK)
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