One of the views from the top
Molly and Albert on top of the world
DARTMOOR
Rolling jays on rolling hills
In misty places topped with tors
Walking dogs, talking kids
Moorland cattle, moorland horse-s
Giants games from long ago
Created scattered, sculptured stone
Ancient homes still in their shade
Reminding me of where I come
If ever there was such a place
Where pixies dance to solstice dreams
It’s here with twisted lichened trees
Between the tors and tumbling streams
A distant memory arises
Sitting cushioned on the moss
Remembering another time
All we had all we lost
The big picture, the big sky
Endless clouds, endless green
Split by distant ravens cries
The highest of the devon scenes
Rolling jays on rolling hills
In misty places topped with tors
Walking dogs, talking kids
Moorland cattle, moorland horse-s
Giants games from long ago
Created scattered, sculptured stone
Ancient homes still in their shade
Reminding me of where I come
If ever there was such a place
Where pixies dance to solstice dreams
It’s here with twisted lichened trees
Between the tors and tumbling streams
A distant memory arises
Sitting cushioned on the moss
Remembering another time
All we had all we lost
The big picture, the big sky
Endless clouds, endless green
Split by distant ravens cries
The highest of the devon scenes
The granite rocks and clear running streams are a feature in Dartmoors ragged beauty.This is half way from the road to the early iron age site of grimspound.
One of the many hut remains within the outer wall of the settlement.because the top half of the dwellings would have been made of wood and mud and the roof thatched so only the stone lower walls remain.
unfortunately the picture doesn't show the curved entrance into this hut designed to keep out the dartmoor winds.
Albert and his cousin Joel guarding the ancient entrance into the compound
here you can see the whole of the compound from Hamel down tor.
The fete went okay,met some interesting,interested people ,gave out a few cards and will be appearing in the local paper again,always a good advert.
One of the many hut remains within the outer wall of the settlement.because the top half of the dwellings would have been made of wood and mud and the roof thatched so only the stone lower walls remain.
unfortunately the picture doesn't show the curved entrance into this hut designed to keep out the dartmoor winds.
Albert and his cousin Joel guarding the ancient entrance into the compound
here you can see the whole of the compound from Hamel down tor.
The fete went okay,met some interesting,interested people ,gave out a few cards and will be appearing in the local paper again,always a good advert.
Doug thanks again Buddy.
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5 comments:
a pleasure
Breathtaking photos, Paul. I see your back to blogging in a big way. The poem is beautiful. My husband ( who lived in England for 3 years ) said it captures the essence of what it is to be there, if even for so short a time. Have visited twice myself. The week spent in the English countryside well outweighed the week spent in London. Thanks for a lovely reminder. And I do hope the cards you passed out at the fete will bear fruit.
Because I come from the softer more wooded East of the county, I always loved the contrast of the moors and still do .I'm glad you have had a taste of our countryside and not just seen the concrete places.Next time I go to Mums I will take pics and show you the difference there.
Wow! Outstanding. I've never been to your neck of the woods. It would be a great pleasure. Someday.
Is that a haiku??? Maybe not...
Thanks for the vritual walk
nice of you to make contact michael.Have checked out your blog. great stuff !Having a few pooter problems at the moment but would love to have a link to you if that would be okay,most potters i've met have liked the odd bit of poetry.Odd possibly been the word.
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