Again on Ham Hill

Above a Red Kite slides the wind
alert for who knows what
her searing glance burns

Here on the escarpment wind is all
trees continually rustle in its grip
bend to its command

A Hare runs onto our rutted path
stops and turns to look us over
dismisses us with a leap and a bound

Grass grows tall and wild here
dips and flows, always in motion
always alive

Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond

10 thoughts on “Again on Ham Hill

    1. Thank you— but my wild places in England have been altered by people for several thousand years. The grassy ridge was forest three thousand years ago and all trees now there are recently planted to provide shelter. Your woods are truly wild ….


  1. I would love to see a red kite, Kim, but I don’t think we have them around here. I missed the peregrine falcons that nest in the towers of Norwich cathedral this year, although I have been following them on Facebook; four chicks hatched recently! When it warms up a bit, I shall be heading for a walk and some hares spotting.

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