Rollrights and beyond

The creaking gate

a portal to a Neolithic place

shrouded in a weave of trees

seclusion and such grace

in essence where quiescence and a stillness

and tranquillity

opens minds to a gaping fold

of meadows sweet

and symphony


of cornfields drowned in midnight blue

a prominence wet with the dew

each matrix  of each moment

behold Chipping below

its precincts all embracing

the light we now bestow

rooves decking and rafters

gables pitch and height

from this gradient seeing

the fluidness of light


assiduous and regular

the feet of robed souls  stood

engaged in patient prompitide

seemingly for good

entrnched up here in history

of base solidity

enduring many centuries

of ritualistic druidry

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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