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.
