THE ANCIENT LAND
Far wide across this journeyed land
unseen marine in margin lies
beyond the blue-grey mountain band
where screeching gulls declare domain
And with the bending of the eye
from points of vantage over folds
where sweeps of mist and vagueness lie
beneath the mountains rise and fall
Throughout this vista racing gales
breathe hitherward across the steep
with changing light upon the vales
displaying stress of natures call
Bestowed at night by unseen moon
a melancholic radiance
and through it all the path long hewn
a link in landscapes ageless form.
Michael Edwards © October 2017