The sky, the trees, the land, the sound,
beautiful as if
it was a dream
Rolling plains the color of spring buds
large pastures
and blooming flowers
all painted in my vision
Spooky castles, ruins of long ago
all whispering for my
attention
People have been here, people have been inspired
Wordsworth,
Keats, Beatrix Potter
These hills, these plains, these blooming pastures,
have
not been affected but you have