Nettleton Top
The special place this poem is about nestles above the village of Nettleton on the Lincolnshire Wolds , among some of the most unspoilt countryside in Britain
Walking up from Nettleton town
Blue skies above us beckon
We both stride on with burning muscle
Leaving behind the noisy bustle
of traffic on the Caistor road
The ringing from the valley floor
where miners worked the ironstone ore
Is silenced now and in its stead
we hear the calls of bleating sheep
and lowing cattle
My friend and I , we talk in bursts
As lungs begin to feel the hurt
Of our steep and upward climb
We rest awhile to give us time
to catch our breaths
The chalk escarpment falls away as
We rise like larks onto the Wold
To gaze across the many miles
as glorious Lincolnshire unfolds
before our eyes
On the final rise we top the hill
Hearts regain their steady beat
We stand and breath in heady air
Take in the vastness of the skies
and the greenness of the Wold
How blessed am I to have a friend
Who knew the beauty of this place
and wished to share the steep incline
To gain a glimpse of the divine
On Nettleton Top



Beautiful words