ilkley moor (Remove filter)
stonepile
: muddened finger nails we prize
path trodden stones for the cairn
shoeless pattering feet fresh
their voices echo forlorn
curlew cries a'ringing rocks
flying out over brown heather
knuckle bones will not do
only pelvis and cheek
to smack down crunch
powder for we are building
wishes - wishes are not free
Monday 6th April 2015 10:23 pm
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