I was inspired by a TV program, A Poet’s Guide to Britain, and so think I might do a Dartmoor series. Of course this depends on how lazy I am . . .
On Houndtor
The glistening granite of millennia
clings like the crest of a dragon
on the horizon beneath a thunder cloud sky
scramble a pathway between and look east
to where a habitation of stone once lay
but now sprinkled like so many marbles
on soil trampled and bovine nibbled
leaving only echoes of medieval voices
causing ears to question when mist descends
to infuse ancient hearth where fire burns no longer
and generations that huddled have migrated
to pleasant valleys far from nature’s scorn
replaced by fair weather wanderers
unaware of those who stepped before
Lucid Gypsy 
my favorite lines, Gilly:
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“…on soil trampled
and bovine nibbled
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leaving only echoes
of medieval voices…”
Ein schöner Text von der alten Zeit und vom Mittelalter.Wünsche dir einen glücklichen schönen Tag lieber Gruß und Freundschaft Gislinde
Fitting words, Gilly. Well crafted. I L-I-K-E it.
A wonderful poem, Gilly. You do these so well. I enjoyed the thoughts behind this one very much.
Lovely.
Issy
This is my favorite line: leaving only echoes of medieval voices
This is a powerful one, Gilly
Love it Gilly! I could feel the power of those ancient stones….just fabulous!
Wonderful, I see the dragons crest, and your words lead me on over the hill towards the medieval echoes ……
il tuono si ripercuote nel presente, e attraverso i vostri pensieri molto belli, ancora si ascolta
abbiate una felice domenica
ventis
Thunder is reflected in the present, and through your thoughts very nice, still listening
have a happy Sunday
This is a lovely one!
Wonderful poetry. Words that makes up the mind and heart!