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