Music we could only dimly hear ...

We walked through waist high bracken - 

Rain fell from a sky heavy with cloud - 

Dripping greenery chilled us as we approached the Valley of the Stones - 

We skirted Black Down Barn - 

The fragrant earth carried the weight of the roofless walls - 

Cow parsley grew where once slates had kept out the night - 

Foxglove flowers were enamelled by raindrops - 

Before us lay the valley, grey and silent -

Each stone we saw amongst the grass had its name - 

Each folding of the land had its purpose - 

We walked through music we could only dimly hear - 

11.30

Wednesday 28 June 2017

The Valley of the Stones 

Dorset