The Dales and I

The hills surround me

Like obedient dogs.

They tumble and slide

But sit quite still and unmoving.

The air around me like the puff off a cigar,

Churning dizzily in the circular wind.

I stand in performance.

My audience: Sheep and cows.

The socks in my boots

Are damp and heavy.

So is my hair

And so are the clouds hanging low in the sky. 

Author's Note

Need to work on