Dipping into one of my poetry book collection I re-discovered Walter de la Mare. I love this extract, which leaves me with a wonderful feeling of belonging to something old and precious.

Very old are the brooks;
And the hills that rise
Where snow sleeps cold beneath
The azure skies
Sing such a history
Of come and gone,
Their every drop is as wise
As Solomon.

This is from his poem – All That’s Past

Vey best wishes – Denny Bradbury