Aira Force Poem by Paul Reed

Aira Force beckoned us to go and see
It's source amongst the Lakeland hills
It's tranquil setting of historic note
Where Wordsworth spied his daffodils

His eyes would have seen the same as mine
As he stood there on that morn
Where warm lush meadows and pink foxgloves
The path edges and steps adorn

That water which under bridge spills
And whose riverside beauties evince
Would have gladdened his view in just the same way
As mine despite the centuries since