Congratulations to Jeanne Elkington! Here's the poem that captured our hearts and minds, written during Jeanne's stay at The Old School House in Lustleigh this summer. Thank you, Jeanne, for sharing your memories and capturing the timeless beauty and magical spirit of Dartmoor.
So I Return To The Moors
For the plush pile denseness of breeze strewn bracken
And the tannin streams that smooth and caress
To the flip-book greens of soft carpet swatches
And the blueprint smudges of bilberry spoils.
For the flickering flashes of smithy and miner
And the effortless compass swirl sweep of a buzzard
To the cross-party banter of chat and of swift
With the pestled fresh scent of fern and grass downed.
For the scone bite of moon and scarlet surrender
And centurion tors in their granite domain
To the welcome friend handshake. The sharing of stories
With memories forged 'til I once more return.
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| Looking across Lustleigh Cleave from Hunter's Tor towards Easdon Tor. Courtesy of Dave Bellamy http://www.davebellamy.co.uk/ |
