Cats stuck to window sills as languid as the rolling hills and craggy like the rocky tors
sheep sleeping underneath a portcullis of a sky
as steel grey clouds disguised as prison bars soothe
them gently with the Lakeland lullaby
I saw no Viking
but I did see hikers by the score
up the scree
scrambling up the tor
being me,
I wondered
what you doing that for?
Boats across the lake
too much
Kendal mint cake
and your jaws ache
take the Lilliputian train
we're toddlers
toddling off again
Such fun.
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 5:21 AM UTC
Cats stuck to window sills as languid as the rolling hills and craggy like the rocky tors
sheep sleeping underneath a portcullis of a sky
as steel grey clouds disguised as prison bars soothe
them gently with the Lakeland lullaby
I saw no Viking
but I did see hikers by the score
up the scree
scrambling up the tor
being me,
I wondered
what you doing that for?
Boats across the lake
too much
Kendal mint cake
and your jaws ache
take the Lilliputian train
we're toddlers
toddling off again
Such fun.
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