Our path took us past woods of pine then beech -
Three rooks flew above a ripening wheat field -
Penelope taught me the names of the wildflowers we saw -
That's Rosebay Willowherb she said - that's Herb Robert -
We crossed a high arched stone bridge over a clear river -
The abbey lay in a deep valley, under the ancient sky -
Dorothy Wordsworth had once come here -
William had hurried her away -
Standing in the roofless nave, we were aware of what the poet's sister had seen and felt -
Once part of heaven had touched the earth -
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Saturday 22 July 2017
Rievaulx Abbey
Yorkshire
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