Sheep were coloured in red and green
Smell of cow dung pervaded the town
Windermere lake's as stunning as a miracle
We were chilling on the Princess Of The Lake
The shadow of clouds dropped on the hills
The sun sparkled the ripples as shining as diamonds
Swans, murres, sea gulls, doves flying upon the jewelled palace
I winked at a tiny Yorkshire, and got a smile back of thy
Raining
Foggy
Windy
Another view of the elf-land's hills
Among the foggy forests is a green house
At the end of the cobbly footpath
A secrecy cabin filled with ginger breads and sweetmeats
Graveyard for William Wordsworth
Peaceful tranquil and serene
A lovely cup of Earl Grey with a book to read
Prefer Peter Rabbit to Benjamin the Bunny?
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