Land

Lark-song-rise races
Cloud-shadow-dance over greensward

The West Wind cracks its cheeks
Hawks spy the truth and lie of the Land

Quicksilver fly’s wings echo the shimmering Mersey line
Snow-capped peaks march to the North

To the East, Bede’s Angels
Plot Nature’s overthrow and mastery

But the Land always triumphs:

Man’s folly is here for all to see
In this crumbling, ruined Jubilee.

#26Steps L-M  |  Llandegla to Moel Famau, Denbighshire  |  Ed Prichard www.prichardand.com