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

Date: 13/05/07

Location: Sharptor

Photographer: Rachel Burch

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