Your words are worth a thousand of most folks’
plucked from the mountain air you walk within,
the lake shore which abounds in ancient oaks
the rivers and the valleys in between
The landscape of my youth, and of of my home
enriched your lines through seasons out of time
this sacred landscape I am blessed to roam
rolls off the tongue, bewitched, and rich with rhyme
Tempered with grief, and yet not hardened so
tended with love, as the beloved plot
above which played a girl while slept below
a brother, one of seven, un-forgot
Your words are worth more than their weight in gold:
wonders, which but for them would rest untold
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Happy Birthday, W.W.!
I love how this beautiful landscape and its poetic legacy has inspired you, Ingrid!
Thank you Merril: it’s hard not to be inspired 😊
I can imagine. 😊
IW channeling WW! A beautiful poem and a fine birthday present. Well done! x
Thank you kindly Nick! x
Wonderful reflections both in photo and words. The magic of the landscape is clear in both. (K)
Thank you Kerfe, it is a magical place.
There is a lovely Wordsworth quality about this, Ingrid. Well done. 👏
Thank you Hobbo 🙏
The emotion and landscape present in this poem is stunning! <3
Thank you Jaya 🙏
He has the best name!! Love his pastoral poems and your tribute!
With a name like that, I would imagine it’s hard not to be a poet! Thanks Tricia 😊
This is a wonderful piece, charming Ingrid. Life is all we have to live with all the loving and caring people around us. Really evocative and inspiring a piece it is.
Thank you so much, Lamittan 🙏
Ingrid, this is beautifully crafted and such an apt homage! ❤️
Some wonderful poets born in April. 😊
Thank you, Punam! The 23rd, in particular seems to be an important date…
You are welcome! So it is…I owe my love for English language to him. 😊
But did you know Vladimir Nabokov was also born on this date? And Wordsworth died on it!
I did not know about Nabokov but knew that Wordsworth died on it.
Well, Nabokov’s dates are approximate I think because of the different calendar 🤔 Wikipedia says 22.04 😅 Shakespeare also died on 23.04!
That’s close, keeping in mind different time zones.😀
Yes, knew that. 😅
We poets ought to be careful on that day 🤣
Ingrid, your birthday tribute poem transported me – to a place, rich in beauty and love. An enchanting connection you have to your land. 💞
The Lake District is indeed such a place! I am glad this spoke to you, Michele 💕
If I ever get to visit, I would love to go for a walk with you. What a treat that would be!
For me also – be sure to bring your camera! 📸
😊 Absolutely! It would be wonderful. 🌄 If you ever get to visit the wild west, I would be happy to be your guide. 🏜️
I would love that, too!
such a worthy tribute to the master!
And that pic is totally awesome Ingrid, kudos
Thank you Kate 😊
I always love how you blend nature and humanity, in language, feeling, and imagery. Wonderful poem, Ingrid.
Thank you so much: these were Wordsworth’s trademarks, so I try to emulate them in some small way!
You’re most welcome, Ingrid. You did excellently.
Wonder full. XoXo
Thank you Selma 🥰
Ingrid, what an exquisite photo and a lovely birthday tribute to Wordsworth! A wonderful connection between you and the enchanting lake country is evident in the poem. <3
Thank you, Cheryl, I am glad you enjoyed this ❤️🌸
oh I love this lovely poem and imagery Ingrid!
“Tempered with grief, and yet not hardened so
tended with love, as the beloved plot”