Poetry request

[Cootmeurer]

Though not a poem, but rather a reading from "In Search of Scotland" by H.V. Morton, the following paragraph continues to move me each and every time I read it.

"There are mornings now and then, rarer as a man grows older, which come steeped in the lost wonder of youth. Everything I sharper, more lovely, more desirable, so that, alive to the very finger-tips with the beauty of the world, a man trembles, it seems, on the threshold of a discovery. Such things are outside normal experience. It is almost as though the spirit had crossed the boundary between this world and the next."

 

[woodmaster]

I wrote this in a moment of inspiration last year. By no means will it go down in history, but I was pleased with my effort. I'm sure if you sit for a moment and recall a morning spent on the hill you will soon put some words down which may reflect your mates life and pleasures. I very much doubt you would want to use my short verse, but should you wish you'd be more than welcome too. I found it very cathartic to recount the morning and put it on paper.
HA ha very funny.