Landscape
Rolling hills and jagged peaks, bubbling brooks and flowing
creeks,
Vast swathes of trees turn green to gold, with hues that
shift in ebbs and flows,
Ten thousand bricks in reds and browns, transforming clays
from cliffs to towns;
And here between the sea and land, the speckled straw
expanse of sand,
Gleaming towers, slate grey tiles and tarmac trails extend
for miles,
Twinkling stars and harbour lights, to sodium glare
transforming nights,
Shades and dancing shadows bright, creating shifting city
sights;
And there beyond the winding road, stand stones with tales
from long ago,
What tales perhaps we’ll never know, symbolic meanings come
and go,
In landscape then and now align, a layered view of place and
time.
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