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Poet Jordan Back to the Hills

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Walking, hills, countryside - why is it a big inspiration for me? I have always enjoyed being out in the open air, walking local hills, camping so it never surprises me when I have ideas for poems based upon the great outdoors. Living within Gloucestershire you cannot escape the natural surroundings.

In this collection I explore the outdoor world in terms of feelings as well as trying to describe how the local area I walk inspires me to write the poetry that I do.

After writing many poems of the past few years, I’m going ‘Back to the Hills’ as this is where my poetry enjoyment lies best with me.

Enjoy.

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Contents Back to the hills: 1. Bramble Scramble 2. Give me a picture 3. Local Hills 4. Coopers Hill 5. Over Hills 6. Churchdown Hill 7. The countryside church 8. Robinswood Hill 9. Hill after Mile 10. Whilst I was looking across the land 11. Into the winter wind 12. A fresh layer on old ground 13. Up and across 14. A stones throw away 15. A walk to find confidence 16. The hill so close

Bramble Scramble Bramble Scramble Jumping over Kissing gates Locked gates Walking through Puddles Getting into Muddles In mind And in mud A pause For thought For home Back Through Brambles Scrambling Over walls Through Farm fields I ramble Gamble Going over Unknown land One more Scramble Through brambles And I Am home.

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Give me a picture Give me a picture, And I will find where you are, Show me the view you see, And I will walk to find it, As distinctive as you are, The land will give me clues, To where you are, And where you walk, Give me a picture, And I will do all I can, To walk into that image, And stand next to you, The beauty of the land, Is almost as beautiful as you, From the picture I will find you, Wherever you may be, Give me a picture, Of where you stand, With a view like you, Just beautiful, I will come and find you, As I promise I always will, The view and land I see, Will guide me through to you, As the picture you give to me, Is all the beauty I see.

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Local Hills As I stand upon Coopers Hill, To the North is the saviour, That is Churchdown hill, To the West, Stands Robinswood Hill, The unknown entity, But a good view, All the same, Travel South East, And a Roman Villa, Awaits you, To explore and imagine, What it would have been like, To live amongst the hills, Travel in a southerly direction, And you will find a beacon, By the name of Painswick, With a walk to a trig point, Full of views, A chilly wind, Will usually welcome you, Whichever direction, There are an affinity of paths to walk, From one hill to another, And back again.

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Coopers Hill Forever a muse, A place to walk, In sunshine, I bask in the views, As the summer sun shines, And in snow, If it shall fall over the winter months, I write the name of the love I have, Upon the ground, When the sun sets, What a place to be, To see the light change, And the colours come alive, A hill walked many times, Yet each time, Is a different experience, In thoughts and walks, As the journey of life continues, Forever a muse, A place to walk, To clear the mind, And set the words free.

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Over Hills From here To there I walk To you

Each stile Climbs harder As my Body tires

Over hills Through brooks Climbing stiles Leaping fences

I leap No more As fences Once friends Hinder me I fall Over fences To get To you

Looking out For path And gate To find My way Making ground Pass under My feet I ramble Or scramble As I Get closer To you

Through everything I walk One thought I have Spurs me The thought Of you I go Walking over Hillside stiles With sodden Wet toes

Through fields Of crops Or mud (Mostly) Finding myself Through trees I climb Upwards higher Than I Have ever

Yet nothing Stops me Getting closer To you.

One more Hill top To walk As the The brook Seeps into My boots

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Churchdown Hill A saviour, A place where I feel at ease, As I walk around the church grounds, Views simply breathtaking, After walking through the trees, Sights worth every step to see, The world opens up, As I reach the top, With the church standing proud, The views stretch for miles, When the sun shines, I rest upon the wooden bench, The mind breathes, The poetry breathes, I breathe with ease, Never did I think, A hill would be a saviour, Yet here it is.

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The countryside church The countryside church, Stands still and silent, As I was walking there, I thought of you, The church became obscured from my view, By the wintery looking trees, And the sunlight shining through the bare branches, I could not see where my heart was destined, Soon enough I found my way, To a place, Where I could wed, And one day rest, The countryside church, A beauty from afar, But more spectacular, Are the views, Once walking here, Through the trees, To the vision, I see and dream about, In daylight and night.

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Robinswood Hill A place explored, But never understood, As a pleasant hill it is to walk, It doesn't set the mind on fire with ideas, Somehow never fitting into my thoughts, Even though I know, This is a place to believe in, A place in the heart, To stretch the lungs, And allow the mind to breathe, Many a time the peak evaded me, As all I thought was to ascend , However round and round I went, And time ran out, So I descended with a heavy heart, Perhaps a few more walks, To explore here and there, Will show the mind, What it is, That it misses, As it is always in view, Keeping an eye on me.

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Hill after Mile Hill After Hill The view Can be seen Mile Upon Mile Standing Next to me Is the love I live to be Hill After Hill We walk We keep Walking Mile After Mile Never rest Until Night Has fallen Even then The heart Walks Mile After Mile To find Hill After Hill.

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Whilst I was looking across the land Whilst I was looking across the land, Admiring the view that is before my eyes, I forgot that the view behind, Is that of equal beauty, From here, And where I stand, The view and the world, Can be seen all round, Somedays I just don’t look around, To see everything that is to be seen, Transfixed by where I stand, I am in awe of the world at this angle, Momentarily forgetting everything else, Whilst I was looking across the land, I forgot to look behind me, You may have walked on by, And I wouldn’t have noticed, Equal beauty in front of me, As well as behind me, I looked across the land, Transfixed by what I saw, As the beauty captured my heart.

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Into the winter wind The sun sets, For the final time, Deeper and darker, With the sun fading, Darkness falls a little sooner, Each day we go further, Into the winter wind, The days are shorter, Warmth is scarce, We wait, Until the sun rises, And the cool air, Can be cold no longer, The air starts to warm, From the rays of light, That have been hidden, For what feels like an age, The sun may have set, And the wind will howl, We wait for the sun to rise, To save us, From the deep dark winter wind, With rays of warmth, Entice us from hiding, Into the world we live.

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A fresh layer on old ground Through the night, Snow covered the ground, Creating a perfect place to walk, A fresh layer on old ground, Giving a different perspective, Of what was already there, Making new footsteps, Across the snow covered ground, Feeling invigorating, With the sense, I am making my own new path, The snow has fallen, For a new day, May it be time, For some new ways, The crispness of the air, Matches the snow crunching under foot, Freshly fallen upon old ground, To walk and write, A new chapter into old ways.

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Up and across After walking to the summit, We stood side by side, To admire the view, Both in front of us, And the beauty, We stood next to, You huddled in close, As the wind was brisk, Your nose turned red, I looked into your eyes Giving me the warmth I needed, We held hands, Up and across, The green fields we walked, Never letting go, As we descended, I held your hand tighter, As I didn’t want you to stumble, Nor I want to let go of you, After the walk, The roaring fire, Warmed our cold feet, Closer now than ever, I began to change, From being lost and incomplete, To a found and complete soul.

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A stones throw away A stones throw away, From the beach to the shore, The ground changes, From sand to soil, Soon the grass grows, And into fields they go, A path is carved, Up and over the ground, With the path splitting, Up into the forest, Or back down to the ground, I choose to go up, To explore far away from the shore, A stones throw between, Sand, land and hills, I walk between worlds, Far more beautiful, Than I could ever describe, Forever a stones throw away, From beauty, Of land, sea and air.

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A walk to find confidence With the confidence gone, I need to walk, Upon the grass filled fields, To get my thoughts back, And in the correct order, I see where I like to walk, From afar, Yet you’d think, It was further than a mile or two away, The inclining grass filled fields, Gets the blood flowing, And awakes the memory, Of what needs addressing, And what needs to be forgotten, A simple walk to stretch the mind, Makes the heart, Stronger and wiser, Building the confidence back up, To take on the world, And every challenge it brings.

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The hill so close The hill so close, I feel I could walk there today, Yet life carries on, The hill and the walk has to wait, How we become, Lost in time, And what matters, Has just past by, When it’s all too late, We wonder why, We let the time we had, Slip away, As the hill is so close, I will walk it once more, To and from a place, That has captured the mind, In a beautiful world, So close I could reach out, Almost grasp your beauty, But time holds me back, Just a little bit more, The hill so close, Grateful I’ll be, For being able to see you, And one day, I will walk there, Once again.

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