Smothered in grey cloud
still blue
her wavelets lap a pebbled shore
an unseen sheep bleats lonely
by the straying path
to a ruined farm.
When we returned, our lady lake
lifted her misty veil
revealed her secret valleys
glowing with sunlight
way beneath us
everyday
soul stealing
magic.
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
The Cheesesellers Wife 
Your poem captures this lovely place perfectly. So much pristine land, an inspiration for poets and environmentalists. What would we do to protect a place like this forever?
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It has legal protection from developement (i.e. buildings). But tree plantations would ruin it, and have ruined nearby hills in my opinion.
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Sad – development has so many good sides and so many bad ones. And then there are the folks only in it for the money. LOL – (but not really funny.)
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Nice one.
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Thank you
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Beautiful words!
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Thank you.
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