I climb the high hill ...

I remembered the Heavenfield -

I uncover my word hoard -

I follow the poet whose name is lost -

I see the sparrow fly through the mead hall -

I murmur the names of the martyred kings - 

I climb the high hill - 

The years gnaw the wondrous houses of giants -

The hares dance where gold bright warriors lie beneath the grass -

11 April 2022

The Old School House

East Stoke

Dorset