Sunday, 10 April 2011

Honister Pass

Rising up from the pass,
entering the higher plains,
land owned by the Gods,
shaped and hewn,
by wind, rain and storm,
nature clings down low,
holding fast to rock and slate.

Land of cloud and rock,
coloured green and brown,
streams cut silver paths,
escaping always down,
barren vastness, come and view,
but only mountain sheep may stay.

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