The Heartland

Three herdwicks dot the rising to

       The skyline

Alone, yet hefted in companionship

Trusting in the rock, the bracken

And the harshness of

       Crag and scree.

High wheeling carrion crows caw the valley

Searching for death’s meal-

       Nature reliant-

And below, ribbon glistening torrents

Sing the song of the valley

Breathless in humility

Persistent in the art of incessant

       Sculpt: form and reform.

The eye breathes the scene

Holds the essence in the heart

And enkindles a deeper spirit

Only the wanderer can know.