This is a short poem about the Derbyshire hills.   
As a child I would sit and look at them initially from the village green and then from my window in Baslow, England, and be awe inspired as the night came down.   These magical memories have  given me strength and a sense of inner peace as an adult.   
The poem ends with my awareness of an ultimate reunion with those hills.

This is a short poem about the Derbyshire hills. As a child I would sit and look at them initially from the village green and then from my window in Baslow, England, and be awe inspired as the night came down. These magical memories have given me strength and a sense of inner peace as an adult. The poem ends with my awareness of an ultimate reunion with those hills.

This is a short poem about the Derbyshire hills.&nbsp; &nbsp;
As a child I would sit and look at them initially from the village green and then from my window in Baslow, England, and be awe inspired as the night came down.&nbsp; &nbsp;These magical memories have&nbsp; given me strength and a sense of inner peace as an adult.&nbsp; &nbsp;
The poem ends with my awareness of an ultimate reunion with those hills.

DERBYSHIRE HILLS

This  place is basically a sanctuary where I keep my reflections and musings about my countryside upbringing in Derbyshire, England and the environment there.
These are my reflections on village life, school days, growing up and most things in between, including parts of life which we all face such as
 “The Joys of Ageing” and “Getting through” difficult times.

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This place is basically a sanctuary where I keep my reflections and musings about my countryside upbringing in Derbyshire, England and the environment there. These are my reflections on village life, school days, growing up and most things in between, including parts of life which we all face such as “The Joys of Ageing” and “Getting through” difficult times.

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