Top of the World

Sitting on top of the world

Or so it feels

Looking down on valleys and trees

And houses e’er so small

People like ants

Milling around.

The only noise a rustling breeze

Or distant drone of aeroplanes.

I feel how God must feel

Looking down on His world

Thinking what beauty surrounds

Until a derelict mill

And a man-made quarry

Juts into sight:

The proverbial “blot on the landscape!”

I could sit here all day

Away from the city and smog

Until in the distance

I spy the expanse

Of Manchester smoking away.

Oh well! I can only dream

About sitting on top of the world!!

  

5^th May 1996, Macclesfield, England.