These Tranquil Lakes

By John Adams

John is a newcomer to Wainwright, having been inspired by his brother Glenn, who has supported me with various projects and the launch of my new book, Wainwright Memories. I am proud to present John’s beautiful poem on the Alfred Wainwright Books & Memorabilia website.

In his own words:

“My motivation for writing it came from listening to Glenn’s enthusiasm for Wainwright’s legacy and having been fascinated myself after taking time to research the great man. I’m more comfortable with songwriting, which is something I have taken up recently; however, I felt this was much better suited to being a poem. I hope that it provides some inspiration during these very challenging times.”

From Innominate Tarn
I survey the fell
As I reflect on life
Only time would tell

From Blackburn town
From boy to man
It was time to go
To live out my plan

These tranquil lakes were calling
As the shifting fog was falling
For these fells are my home
Let my heart freely roam

Oh lush green valleys
These rolling hills
So far from home
And those cotton mills

For a love so pure
I would leave it behind
Escape to the lakes
And out of my mind

From Scafell Pike
To Castle Crag
They captured my heart
Stole the victory flag

Yet none can beat
It must be said
The view that day
From Orrest Head

A gift for all
Many paths to roam
You may find yourself
Your eternal home

May you walk in peace
As you meander free
These well-worn paths
From land to sea

I will never leave
This peaceful place
No reason now
No dream to chase

These tranquil lakes are calling
As the shifting fog is falling
For these fells are our home
May our hearts freely roam