Across a sea of cirrus,
Around a lake of sky,
Near the quarried Tilberthwaite,
I saw with Shepherd's eye
The Roman rock-cathedrals,
The Nordic-named Tarn Hows,
The stone-walled Celtic borders,
The hills where grey sheep browse.
I saw the Author's cottage,
Retired in ancient rooms,
Found my way through kissing-gates,
Meandered chapel tombs.
I saw past time to circles
Where point meets outer space.
I saw beyond the District
The other side of place.
(22 November 2008, Utah to Phoenix)
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