When you climb a hill, you sometimes experience a special kind of silence.

‘The Lawley’ is one of the Shropshire Hills – seen on the top right-hand side of the photograph taken from The Long Mynd, also featuring ‘The Wrekin’ top centre left.

As you get higher in your climb, the views become more and more stunning, and the silence deeper and deeper.

It can feel like “a new kind of silence”.

This poem was my attempt to that experience one day:

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There’s a new kind of silence

On the Lawley this morning

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A kind of inner silence

On the Lawley this morning

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As if a new kind

Of consciousness

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Was slowly

Dawning

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That has suffered

And died

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And has risen

Again

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Here on the Lawley

This morning.