Each stone still had a voice ...

Half a mile inland, we saw butterflies with dark wings -

White flowers were stirred by the wind - 

High dunes had overlooked the unmarked sands of Druridge Bay - 

Reed beds had fringed deep pools - 

Now we crossed a wide field - 

Before us were the ruins of Chibburn Preceptory - 

Gulls flew over the broken walls - 

Long memory gathered here - 

Each stone still had a voice - 

Friday 22 July 2016

Low Chibburn

Northumberland