POEM TITLE A Sense of Belonging
POEM
Driving into Blackness for the very first time
I saw a village picturesque with far reaching views sublime
From the distant mountains to the left, the three bridges to the right
And the now famous castle, what a glorious sight
I came to see one of the perfectly formed terraced houses across from the church
It seemed that an end had come to my lengthy search
Tranquility, quaintness and welcoming
residents
All adding to my sense of belonging
There was never a moment of hesitance
Once I settled in I enjoyed the scenery each and every day
Never tiring of the outlook, always enjoying the sense of come what may
Taking long walks along the shore and down the John Muir trail
What wonderful choices where beauty never fails
And of course those walks would never be complete without a stop
For a pint and a bite at the friendly Lobster Pot
I will always cherish these visions now etched in my mind
The glorious sights of Blackness, and the wonderful people are one of a kind
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