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| Countryside Like This © Copyright George Papavgeris, August 2001 Tried to describe Hole House in High Wray, Lake District (go there!) and ended up describing my own feelings. So – it’s a hymn. To Nature. The poet said there is a place that is forever England I think I know just where it is, not very far from here; A lake that hides among the hills, green meadows all around it; The geese and birds and distant bleats the only thing you hear. An old farmhouse and two stone barns the only habitation. The ancient date the doorpost bears, a signal from afar. The drystone walls look like they have been standing there for centuries And help remind you just how insignificant you are. And everything around seems all to have a purpose The water, animals and trees, and birds and stones and plants; As if they were all pieces of a giant jigsaw puzzle And they are peaceful in the knowledge of a job well done. And even though it's peaceful here, yet everywhere there's movement: The swallows swoop into the barn to bring food for their young, The farmer's tractor like a distant ladybird is crawling The bumblebees and butterflies are dancing in the sun. It's easy to believe that all this was created for you The murmur of the little stream seems only for your ears The colours on the flowers painted just for you by Nature The green hills waiting just for you for thousands of years. For when you love a place so much, it is as if you own it; Not with your purse, but rather with your senses and your heart. As if you have seen Paradise before it's time to go there And from your mind the memory will never be apart. CHORUS In countryside like this, your God comes out to greet you. In hills and trees and stones and streams and waterfalls, he's there. If you just take a look around, you cannot help but wonder, For countryside like this is proof that somebody does care. |
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