My wide eyed infancy
Was written under Norfolk skies.
It’s said it’s flat there.
It’s hillier than you’d think.
I was curious, left and climbed
Hills, mountains, crags –
Anywhere made thrilling by the chance of falls,
And views I thought lofty, heights worth defence.
Older but no wiser
I occupied a lower ground again,
Flat land, big sky.
A different kind of openness?
By comparison, a lack of views.
A return to boyhood skies
A return, perhaps, to perhaps.
By Henry Berry
Henry Berry lives in a rambling old house in the rural Vale of York, England. His writing focuses on external and interior, mental landscapes inspired by intimate contact with the countryside immediately around his home. His blog can be found at www.henryberry.blogspot.com/
Photo of Norfolk, UK, coast by Ian Wool