A poem inspired by Clougha
Green colours gaze
on landscapes vast plain
there’s no one in this dream
too far away from civilisation
rack and ruin buildings
in inclines
there is no time
out here
and I’m never empty
underneath clouds of nothing
flocks of partridge
and streams run down the fall
until the dam meets the rivers
gush of overflow
the heron takes the trout
to the skies
the valley sweeps across
nature’s kingdom
in spirituality’s sphere
everything is here.
