Friday, 14 September 2018

The hermitage ...





We never found the hermitage - 

We lost our way in a green labyrinth of paths - 

A winding track led us between thorny hedgerows - 

A small stream ran over shining stones - 

We walked through silent woods - 

We saw sad words carved in marble - 

We climbed stiles to cross fields of fragrant grass - 

Lichened finger posts pointed the way to forgotten places - 

Sheep grazed on a final hilltop -

We saw a far off country - 

It lay before us like a dream - 


13.45
Friday 14 2018

Minterne Magna
Dorset 




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