I'm reading The Gallows Pole -
Each page is like a stone in a lichened sheepfold -
A cunning hand shaped these pages -
Evoking an ancient landscape -
Moorland and deep valleys -
Names of rivers and crags carved into the long years -
I've walked across those high places -
Been chilled by northern rain -
I've seen the last sunlight redden lonely fields -
Heard curlews call in the white sky -
I've been warmed by a golden hearth -
Seen stories rise from its smouldering fire -
Sunday 9 August 2020
The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset
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