Lamorran

This wooded creek

sparkling water through the trees

secret so hidden

a favourite of mine.

I stand at

Lamorran

not moving but listening;

just listening.

The imperceptible

sound accompanies such grace

of a cob and pen

gently paddling.

Water trickles

to join the main flow

the sound is such music

of this serene place.

St Moran’s church

bells silent today

graveyard so quiet

a sanctuary for wildlife.

 Two pheasants' call

raucous

‘sans’ melody

cutting the peace.

I sit at

Lamorran

not moving but listening;

now watching.

This wonderful place.

Where peace can be found.

This secret so hidden.

My heart bursts with joy.