Massive Bluestone fingers
reach out of crumpled turf
grasping at the present day
Sun favours the other hill
and we chill in a silent wind
Path forecast:
sloshy with wet bits,
good tufts
We are lost in cloud at the Place of Eagles
Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond
The Cheesesellers Wife 
one is never lost when they are with Eagles.
Lovely poem!
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Thank you!
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I love this poem – and the Place of Eagles, yes!
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All the hilltops and rocky outcrops on The Preseli hills have wonderful names. For example,the place of the graves, the hill of the angels, the rocks of the crows, the tombs of the sons of Owen. A local translated them from the Welsh for us.
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Kim this is lovely! <3 really enjoyed it!
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Thank you Carol.
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