Sunken lanes Protection given Strength of trees Anchored and firm Roar of the wind High above Scurrying clouds The Sun chasers Bring Curtained rain A rainbow sheen
Primeval ferns Olfactory senses Stirred Of woodland spores Drenched in moorland Dew Spongy moss Clings To marbled granite Quartz and feldspar Flecked with mica Strength imbued.
Babbling brook Gurgling stream Slate-hewn Ford Ancient crossing Dry stone walls And drover tracks Hidden from view Fan like veins At moorland edge Hold secrets Deep in valley floor And rise through gates To lush green grass Bracken deep Flecked With gorse and heather Open skies And granite tors Wild and free.
My Devon Life 