There were still lapwings above the heather ...

The wind took news from the sea to the high hill - 

We climbed its steps skywards - 

I thought of the captain, home from the tropic ocean - 

Perhaps on the dazzling beach he'd thought of these brown moors - 

He remembered the quiet farm, the village school - 

Standing on the hilltop we could touch the clouds - 

There were still ships to follow upon the waves, lapwings above the heather -

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Thursday 27 July 2017

Rosemary Topping

Yorkshire