Sharptor And Hawthorn Dartmoor

An image of Sharptor, uphill from Dartmeet in May.


SHARPTOR DARTMOOR
Here at this granite gateway,
Spring soars up through the earth,
Blossom fed I open my eyes,
Two years ago I climbed this hill,
Staggering fragile steps echo in my ears.

As the wind stirs my hair,
The paths of before and beyond merge,
And I find myself here,
Straight and sure now; silver tears long dried.
They blow away, sweet notes on the warm air.

This hill of unknown future years unfolds,
And smiling I take my first step
As my soul soars in the blue azure sky
Poem by Rachel Burch
Ref:
Date:
2007-05-13 00:00:00.0
Location:
Sharptor
Photographer:
Rachel Burch
Sharptor And Hawthorn Dartmoor

Sharptor And Hawthorn Dartmoor

An image of Sharptor, uphill from Dartmeet in May.


SHARPTOR DARTMOOR
Here at this granite gateway,
Spring soars up through the earth,
Blossom fed I open my eyes,
Two years ago I climbed this hill,
Staggering fragile steps echo in my ears.

As the wind stirs my hair,
The paths of before and beyond merge,
And I find myself here,
Straight and sure now; silver tears long dried.
They blow away, sweet notes on the warm air.

This hill of unknown future years unfolds,
And smiling I take my first step
As my soul soars in the blue azure sky
Poem by Rachel Burch
Ref:
Date:
2007-05-13 00:00:00.0
Location:
Sharptor
Photographer:
Rachel Burch