I know the name
of every mountain in these lands
lay my hands on granite rock
and sphagnum moss 
spongy lungs of this rich peaty earth
terrain I cross

To walk the wind along the watershed
of Derwent and Eden, 
lean into skies, buffeted like a tree
still standing, through a curtain of ice rain
almost to heaven’s edge
and back again

I hug the leeward of Bannerdale Crags
pretend to wend my way back home
yet not so,
for other paths I know
and one half of my wanderer’s heart
remains to roam

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Written for earthweal

I was late for Brendan’s ‘Walk on the Wild Side‘ challenge this week, but I was certainly inspired by the prompt, so I’m sharing with Open Link Weekend #143.

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  1. I loved what Thoreau said about the word “saunter” in his essay “Walking” — that to walk that way is to walk in Sainte Terre, the Holy Land, where one is home on holy Earth. Why stop roaming it? Why not learn it till one could walk it dreaming?

  2. What a glorious place to walk, Ingrid. How could anyone’s feet not wish to wander all the paths they can find through such a landscape of infinite beauty, history and grace.Thanks for bringing us there.

  3. Ingrid,
    Your words make me long to go our hiking.
    Sending these lines back to you in appreciation.
    “To walk the wind along the watershed”

    “lean into skies, buffeted like a tree
    still standing, through a curtain of ice rain”

    You would love Oregon.

    1. Thank you so much, Ali. I used to have a postcard on my wall ‘Moon over Mt. Hood, First Snow, Oregon’ – Perhaps one day I will visit!

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