Tavy Cleave, Dartmoor.

Tavy Cleave

When I walked along your leats;

The hawk soared the sky,

Singing it's song like prayer,

Cutting through blue time.

Round your corner of hill majesty,

Tawny colours grew;

Grass: dun as a horses back;

Cleaved hills knitted my fissured flesh and heart.



Empted I approached:

The blue river of you flowed through me,

Where echoed waterfalls reached deep pools,

Sweet wild songs rose to the top of your granite shoulders.

Poem By Rachel Burch
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Tavy Cleave, Dartmoor.

Tavy Cleave, Dartmoor.

Tavy Cleave

When I walked along your leats;

The hawk soared the sky,

Singing it's song like prayer,

Cutting through blue time.

Round your corner of hill majesty,

Tawny colours grew;

Grass: dun as a horses back;

Cleaved hills knitted my fissured flesh and heart.



Empted I approached:

The blue river of you flowed through me,

Where echoed waterfalls reached deep pools,

Sweet wild songs rose to the top of your granite shoulders.

Poem By Rachel Burch
A poetry card is avaliable to buy of this image.
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Date:
Location:
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