Tuesday, 18 October 2011

Ditsworthy Again

Hesitantly we trace the barbed perimeter
Stepping around the black earth
Avoiding the sinking depths
Establishing ourselves on Edwards Path.
North of Gutter Tor
Above the mire
The path bends east and south
Converging with a blasted track
To meet up at Warren House.
Round the rise of Eastern Tor
Leaping across the stream
Emerging from Drizzle Comb
And on to the slope
Where the diverging lines appear.
Nervously the landscape reveals its secrets
Shy at first
Perhaps embarrassed at what they did
But strengthening
Proud of her achievements
Giving the topographic gifts
To the ancient stone splitters.

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