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Time spent in nature is time spent realising that you don't know it all and that you never will



Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west,
The drift is driving sairly;
Sae loud and shrill’s I hear the blast,
I’m sure it’s winter fairly.

Up in the morning’s no for me,
Up in the morning early;
When a’ the hills are cover’d wi’ snaw,
I’m sure its winter fairly.

The birds sit chittering in the thorn,
A’ day they fare but sparely;
And lang’s the night frae e’en to morn,
I’m sure it’s winter fairly.

Up in the morning’s no for me,
Up in the morning early;
When a’ the hills are cover’d wi’ snaw,
I’m sure its winter fairly.

Robert Burns


North East England

Ye holy Towers that shade the wave-worn steep,
Long may ye rear your aged brows sublime,
Though, hurrying silent by, relentless Time
Assail you, and the winds of winter sweep
Round your dark battlements; for far from halls
Of Pride, here Charity hath fixed her seat,
Oft listening, tearful, when the tempests beat
With hollow bodings round your ancient walls;
And Pity, at the dark and stormy hour
Of midnight, when the moon is hid on high,
Keeps her lone watch upon the topmost tower,
And turns her ear to each expiring cry;
Blessed if her aid some fainting wretch may save,
And snatch him cold and speechless from the wave.

William Lisle Bowles


Yorkshire and the Humber

What will my ventures entail, as I begin on this unknown trail.
Even through the rain and clouds, nature’s beauty still shines proud.
The vivid greens and ice-cold streams, this is what true beauty means.

Gemma Alexander


East Midlands

The Peak in Spring is green and fresh.
In Summer, streams will you refresh.
Peak’s Autumn leaves are gold and brown.
Winter’s white landscape as snow falls down.



South West England

There once was an old man of Lyme
Who married three wives at a time,
When asked, "Why a third?"
He replied, " One s absurd!
And bigamy, sir, is a crime."

William Cosmo Monkhouse



Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas



Our lives are Swiss,
So still, so Cool,
Till some odd afternoon,
The Alps neglect their Curtains,
And we look farther on!

Italy stands the other side!
While like a guard between,
The solemn Alps,
The siren Alps,
Forever intervene!

Emily Dickenson



How magnificently you were born
Under brilliant Northern lights
Rising above the sea
With Black beaches
Electric blue waters
And Forever cascading waterfalls

Great Danes of long ago
With Ancient wisdom
Mightier than Gods of old
Brought to your shores
Powerless under your mighty volcanoes
Bowed their heads upon your site

How wondrous you are
Surrendering to your beauty
A secret they kept you
exquisitely they named you
Land of Ice

Rosy Kay



The Silent Viking Ship

Viking ship glided into the port at two in the morning
The sailors had slept through it, snoring was heard by fish
Aurora Borealis was flashing lavender blue and green lights
A show no human saw that evening, as everyone was sleeping

There were no sounds of oars dipping into the water.
Norway was silent, as were the woods and the ship.
The men slept as soundly as any army ever had.
Morning would be soon enough to start the celebration.

Some had not returned, which is always sad.
Especially when they left behind a young sweetheart.
Or left behind a loving wife with three little Norwegians.
The silent ship drifted in under the smile of Aurora Borealis.




Asia is not going to be civilized after the methods of the West.
There is too much Asia and she is too old.

Rudyard Kipling

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