Pilgrim and pillager you crossed my land,
Building your dreams on my shifting sand.
Your castles and churches,
your ‘Rock of Ages’,
Not places of safety but gilded cages.
I watched as blood flowed,
washed by the tide
As below me you were born,
fought and died.
Now walkers pass by exploring your marks
Accompanied, like you, by the song of larks.
#26Steps R-S | Rock to Seahouses, Northumberland | Irene Lofthouse