Look out across the windswept hills, <br />With rainbow hues, with misty blues, <br />Across the valleys, lakes and rills, <br />Where landscapes fuse, where eyes peruse, <br />And rest upon that quaint cottage small, <br />Tall chimney stack, with smoke of black. <br />A place of solitude from any squall. <br />That winding track, that calls you back, <br />To rest from ills, <br />To sit and muse. <br />With thoughts to trawl <br />With a homing tack. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-place-of-solitude/
