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