My Bidston Hill - a poem - 12th Apr 2013 6:40am
Here's a poem I wrote a couple of years ago:-
MY BIDSTON HILL
Mist swirled around the windmill
And danced along its sails
In the stillness of the morning
Where a gentle breeze exhales
Enveloped in a wooded smell
So fresh and unpolluted
Amid the security of the trees
The essence of nature undiluted
I’ve watched the moon watch over you
I’ve bathed in your silhouette
Lived out my childhood fantasies
And ones I haven’t lived out yet
The domes of your Observatory
Stand so tall and proud
Its body lost within your soul
Its head above the clouds
If your trees could talk
The wondrous tales they would share
Of this amazing enchanted place
Our own slice of Heaven here on Earth
MY BIDSTON HILL
Mist swirled around the windmill
And danced along its sails
In the stillness of the morning
Where a gentle breeze exhales
Enveloped in a wooded smell
So fresh and unpolluted
Amid the security of the trees
The essence of nature undiluted
I’ve watched the moon watch over you
I’ve bathed in your silhouette
Lived out my childhood fantasies
And ones I haven’t lived out yet
The domes of your Observatory
Stand so tall and proud
Its body lost within your soul
Its head above the clouds
If your trees could talk
The wondrous tales they would share
Of this amazing enchanted place
Our own slice of Heaven here on Earth