Hengistbury Head ...

We heard the waves before we saw them - 

Bitter winds drove the sea against the land - 

From Warren Hill, we could see the line of the coast - 

White water hissed over shingle - 

Not far from we stood, under the same timeless sky, tribespeople had tended their hearth fires - 

Slim craft had traversed the harbour - 

Hunting dogs had read the air - 

Frail lives had been lived here from harvest to harvest - 

Warm bodies had been beautiful - 

Songs had been given to the air -  

11.00

Friday 3 March 2017

Warren Hill

Hengistbury Head

Dorset