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Lake District Print
We got lost in those hills and lakes, so lost.
Forgot who we were for those few days
Lost ourselves to the pubs and the people
To the wind rippled water, the wide open sky
Lost in the light and landscape
To the whispers and the rustle of the season
Marked time by the width of a meadow,
By early morning climbs and slow descents
Gave ourselves up to its simplicity
Walked, talked, eat, and slept.
Had time to remember, little to forget
Found that silly side of ourselves again
Dreamers, schemers, post children in-betweeners
Imagined we might get lost forever
In this little part of heaven,
And its changeable weather.
©Steven Corbett 2017 This wonderful poem is also available in coasters and notebooks. Please also see our full range of gifts for outdoor enthusiasts including gifts for runners, gifts for cyclists and gifts for swimmers.
You and I, lost and forever