If I could paint a picture
Of this calm and wondrous view,
I know I couldn't capture all
The spirit that's within.
Hills so green that carry me
Towards the glorious sky,
And draw me ever closer to
The spirit that's within.
And standing there for centuries
So many eyes have seen,
Their beauty and their spleandour felt
The spirit that's within.
The shadows and the sunlight
On the landscape so serene,
All shaped by flowing rivers and
The spirit that's within.
ANDREW BLAKEMORE
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