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Mottistone Down
(01/01/1966 / BIRMINGHAM)

Mottistone Down

Poem By ANDREW BLAKEMORE

The cattle graze upon the down
That leads towards the sky,
The view of patchwork fields on which
The hanging mist does lie,
Beside the peaceful woodland grows
Upon the slopes that fall,
With leaves so green and branches strong
On trees that stand so tall.

The sea is hushed its waters calm
The blue horizon fills,
My senses with its beauty far
Beyond those distant hills,
The way is long and steeply climbs
The well worn path I know,
Past the thorn and yellow gorse
I see the flowers glow.

The air I breathe so pure and clean
That urges me to stay,
I walk until I reach the peak
Then look across the bay,
And see the cliffs of white that reach
Until they disappear,
I feel the breeze that starts to blow
And skies begin to clear.

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A beautiful poem Andy, you have a feel for nature and this is you at your best in my opinion, Great work, 10 Lynda xx
This says so much about its writer Andrew, INSPIRATIONAL, WITH A FRESH FEEL TO IT Love duncan X
I do so love poems of places which are conjured up by wonderful imagery. This is no exception, a lovely write with a lovely painted picture to see. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
Mottistone Down is a beautiful area in Brighstone, Isle of Wight. It has a magnificent view of the sea on the left and a woodland on the right. The down is sprinkled with gorse bushes. When you have climbed to the peak you can see the famous Needles on a clear day. I hope you enjoy reading this poem. Andrew


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