A Wild and Lonely Place
by Dee Yates
Between the racing clouds a near-full moon
Sheds mystic light along the valley floor.
The wind intones its melancholy tune
Through hills’ smooth breasts and skies where buzzards soar.
Between the age-old sites – a Roman way,
A henge, where once walked Neolithic man,
The soft stream murmurs, eager to delay
It idling course beneath the bridge’s span.
Pale sheep stand noiseless, ranged along the wire,
While sheepfolds, empty, wait for lambing’s grace.
A slow sun swells and sets the hills on fire
As morning warms this wild and lonely place.
Great nature’s force that shaped such ancient men
Gives comfort and protection, now as then.