Where the Password is Peace
A reader has emailed to ask if I will post some poems that are included in my collections, but not on the blog. Apparently, he likes to copy the poems and email them to 'an elderly relative who loves poetry but is 'only ok'ish with very basic IT, sufficiently to be able to open emails anyway.'
Meanwhile...
I included this poems in my collection with a place in mind that always fills me with a sense of peace. Before I hit 70+ and developed mobility problems, I'd often walk to nearby Hampstead Heath, at any time of year; once there, I would , enjoy a panoramic view of London from the top of Parliament Hill before wandering back down to sit by the ponds, or roam the woodlands, listen to incredible birdsong and, yes, find peace in the beauty of it all. Oh, but it is sheer poetry, believe me; of the kind no poet can do justice.
Any readers who enjoy this poem might also enjoy 'On Hampstead Heath' which is also on the blog.
WHERE THE PASSWORD IS PEACE
[Note: This poem appears in Tracking the Torchbearer by R N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2012.]
Labels: beauty, birdsong, escapism, Hampstead, Heath, human, mind-body-spirit, nature, peace, poetry, positive thinking, spirit, walking, woodlands
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