The doorway to discovery

From: On nature

By Mat BarnsleyPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

An acrostic for Keswick.

Kept by the fells where Derwent lies,

Echoes of lakes and mountain skies,

Scattered homes by water’s gleam,

Winding trails where walkers dream.

In every corner, beauty grows,

Clouds drift above while calm bestows,

Keswick thrives in nature’s flow.

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About the Creator

Mat Barnsley

I strive to make sense of the world through writing. I break it apart, twist it, and bend it until it reflects new light. I invite you to see the world cast through my written stained-glass windows.

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