Pew Tor, Dartmoor

A view of Pew or, near Tavistock on a Spring day.

Two years have passed since I first walked you
That summers day,
Never knew that I would be so close, so soon,
I looked through your window of sweet freedom ,
Your rocks gave me the strength;
To move my mountains of fear,
Made them into endless summer filled fields.
Standing with you now, I smile,
Familiarity, safety, awed inspiration echoes in your grey.
Now my songs swirl from you up to heaven,
And rain falls from me like tears……..

Poem By Rachel Burch

A poetry card is avaliable to buy of this image.
Ref:
Date:
2007-05-11 00:00:00.0
Location:
Photographer:
Rachel Burch
Pew Tor, Dartmoor

Pew Tor, Dartmoor

A view of Pew or, near Tavistock on a Spring day.

Two years have passed since I first walked you
That summers day,
Never knew that I would be so close, so soon,
I looked through your window of sweet freedom ,
Your rocks gave me the strength;
To move my mountains of fear,
Made them into endless summer filled fields.
Standing with you now, I smile,
Familiarity, safety, awed inspiration echoes in your grey.
Now my songs swirl from you up to heaven,
And rain falls from me like tears……..

Poem By Rachel Burch

A poetry card is avaliable to buy of this image.
Ref:
Date:
2007-05-11 00:00:00.0
Location:
Photographer:
Rachel Burch