Walt's Back Garden 1999

Where Thirteen Stone Hill no longer casts its shadow

Three sisters now two watch villagers below

Forests take rest below the ploughman’s faded furrow

While friends look forward to return in the morrow

Cast your eyes to the horizon and tell me what you see

Great beauty lays hidden majority never to see

Sat below in the comfort of the brick and desire

To be moved by nature’s splendour they choose not to aspire

Smell the earth as it warmed by a long summer’s day

Feel the grasses caress as you pass on your way

Listen to the silence as it flows through the valleys beyond

Trace the walls tireless journey to the distant burial mounds

As you glimpse Scrubbin’s reflection in the industrialists endeavour

Consider others that lived and ambled amongst the heather

Spare a moment For Walt who’s garden this was at some time

Although I never knew him Walt was a friend of mine