Written for a friend |
My love has a secret, a place that he runs A land where the child within plays. A town built on memories And the laughter of kin And the promise of much brighter days. Surrounded by beauty, and Cumbrian coast His mind wanders to times in his past. Of children and beaches And days in the sunshine, When the time didn't fly by so fast. From Haverigg, south, to The Hill at the north His joy for this place knows no bounds. He travels there freely To see those left behind And echoes of his love still resound. How I wish he had shown me, this place in his heart, I'd have seen all the wonders he'd see. But my fear for this place Where an outcast I'd be Made me turn on my heels and flee. An echo in time where my voice can't be heard Where the iron still hangs in the air, And The Scutcher stands guard O'er the townsfolk below As a reminder for all to take care. When the summer sun shines on this place in his heart And the Black Combe stands watch over men, My love can be found With a smile on his lips As he walks through this place, once again. From the shore to the south to the lakes up above From the site of the Low Scales he'll stay, Recalling his past And the peace he knew here, Where the rest of the world falls away. How I wish I had seen it, the glint in his eye For this beautiful town near the coast, Where the fields stretch for miles And the fells rule the skyline And my love feels the warmth of his host. Through nights in his past, that were roaring with thunder And wintry days filled with snow When, to Millom he travels The young child returns To the memories that I'll never know. Copyright © Victoria Preston, 2009 All Rights Reserved |