Jane Dougherty tweeted these words as micropoetry this morning and they really struck a chord with me, and especially this part:
“… all along the horizon the hills strode, …”
Here’s the full text of the tweet …
It wasn’t a village, just a hamlet
of five houses and two farms,
a high place of wind and snow
and tepid sunshine
and all along the horizon the hills strode,
carrying rocks and sheep and dry stone walls
from time was to what will be—
my childhood home
Here’s a photo I found to go with the words, taken by Nigel at Malham near Settle – we were there in the UK in 2011. (Jane’s words describe a location further west in the Pennines).
Jane Dougherty has posted the full poem (with two additional verses and photo) at her blog: [link] What was and what is
Text by Liz, poem by Jane Dougherty, photo by Nigel Cowburn
Exploring Colour (2020)
Thank you, Liz, for giving the ‘then’ part of the poem an image 🙂
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My pleasure Jane, your poem is really beautiful.
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Thank you 🙂 I’m pleased you think so.
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So lovely…
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Thank you Chris 🙂
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Wow, the engineer on that wall building project must have been getting into the mead a bit early in the day. 🙂
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hahaha! LOL 🙂
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Very nice photo, with the wall arcing off into the distance. It’s a nice poem, too, we definitely understand “tepid sunshine” here in the cloudy northeast!
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Same here (re tepid sunshine) in the cold and often cloudy, south of NZ. Especially now it’s late autumn, sadly the sunshine is fast losing its warmth. I’m glad you enjoyed both the photo and Jane’s poem … thank you!
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Oh I love this so much! Thanks Liz.
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I’m overjoyed! thank you 🙂
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