Days End

'Twas nearing dusk, yet still the air was filled,
With life abundant flitting on its busy rounds and I,
My fitting tribute to a day so fine as this, was called,
To wander 'pon a long worn path, an hour, no more,
To savour this glorious land and toast my tribute to life so rich,
A simple stroll through Gods finest firmament,
And relish the day as it slipped to night.
Past waving pasture so green and called upon to carpet about my feet,
I strode on, and higher, past creatures happy to share the day with such,
A high spirit as I. with lifted views gazed down upon,
The telling beauty and wondrous sight of Grasmere coddled in its nest,
Amid the gentle rolling crags beyond, as shards of deep red,
And crimson, there, reflected their glory in the Mere,
And all as one felt peace as but the mysteries of life came clear,
I sat just for the moment there, compelled to witness such a sight,
As Grasmere sighed and rested for the night, I reached,
And found my favoured pipe, and pondered gently, caring not,
The hour was finally set upon and so with joyous heart and head,
I rose up, grateful and so blessed, to witness such a
day as this.