The sky hasnt changed
\nJust a bit newer
\nTo a passer by
\n4000 years ago who
\nLived in the valley
\nDown by the grove
\nNot far from the Dart
\nWhose river of mauve
\nOf silver of gold every colour
\nOn earth
\nMatching the peace
\nAt the time of my birth<\/p>\n
Our community was simple
\nWe all lived off the land
\nLiving close to GAIA
\nWe soon could understand
\nThe seasons and the sun and moon
\nAnd realised that we
\nDid appreciate the
\nMarvellous oaks that grew
\nAbundantly<\/p>\n
There were acorns there were fungi
\nMosses featured there
\nWe found tin in the river
\nWe learned to smelt
\nAware
\nOf tin and copper
\nMelting it with fire
\nAnd making simple jewellery
\nTo share with all the shire<\/p>\n
Some of us were hunters
\nOthers tilled the earth
\nIt was hard back breaking effort
\nBut we could see its worth
\nHaving the satisfaction
\nOf eating what you grow
\nWith water from the dart
\nAnd rain and melted snow<\/p>\n
Drying meats and vegetables
\nAnd some of the wild plants
\nWe made our own medicines
\nOur magic not by chance
\nAll were tried and tested
\nAnd worked for us at least
\nWe weaved dried plants
\nAnd nothing went to waste
\nFrom any beast<\/p>\n
The sun great god above us all
\nProviding light and heat
\nThe moon to give so much
\nThe goddess she did treat
\nUs with the luscious moon light
\nAnd we realised our soul
\nShadows of the mighty forces
\nHelping us control<\/p>\n
The wonders of our bodies
\nUs women of the field
\nWe understood its magic
\nHow it helped us to build
\nOur bodies and intuition
\nAnd the star light it did too
\nentertained our sleeping hours
\nAnd taught us to be true<\/p>\n
Oft i would walk across the moor
\nTo my mothers kist for she
\nHad died a while before
\nAnd we cremated her actually
\nWrapped her ashes in animal skin
\nAnd laid ber down to rest
\nWith her amber bracelet
\nAnd a some shale beads
\nShe liked best<\/p>\n
The moor was wild and beautiful
\nBird song filled the air
\nRabbits scurried back and forth
\nWild souls were everywhere
\nFollowing certain alignments
\nThe elders Showed us where
\nAnd we the younger fitter souls
\nWould place the stones and share<\/p>\n
The magic of each moment
\nOur rituals of the moon
\nWe tended to work our magic
\nAny time after noon
\nRealness and actuality
\nUndeniable power
\nTo coexist as we all did
\nEvery single hour<\/p>\n
Was gifted to us and we held
\nLife dear to our soul
\nWe looked after each other
\nAnd those who passed on
\nWhose role
\nWere then to fill our avid thoughts
\nOur mentors in the earth
\nOur oblivion was coming
\nWhere Everything had worth<\/p>\n
Fire was very spiritual
\nWe warmed our bodies too
\nWe cooked we melted metals
\nA lot more we could do
\nWe washed in warmer water
\nThan the icy dart below
\nAnd fire made life more
\nComfortable
\nAnd kept us in the flow<\/p>\n
Some men were building circles
\nRituals were our way
\nWe met with higher beings
\nIn our dream world so to say
\nOur stones were living pathways
\nMore easily seen by eye
\nA runway for the spirits
\nWho came down from on high<\/p>\n
storm clouds often rolled across the moor
\nWith violent gales
\nCurtains of rain would thrust us back and forth
\nWe had heard tales
\nOf communities all swept away
\nWhich was why we learned to be
\nGood hut builders taking time
\nAnd expertise to see<\/p>\n
And to break the wind around
\nus with walls
\nProtecting all
\nCreative and inventive
\nAnd they did seldom fall
\nThat was an opportunity
\nTo add value and see
\nThe practical side of maintaining
\nSustainability<\/p>\n
We had to think about these things
\nTimes were new and hard
\nsuccess or failure was down to us
\nWe had to try and guard
\nand be aware of the seaons
\nThe extremes that came
\nThe overflowing gifts of god
\nWith only ourselves to blame<\/p>\n
If the roof blew off
\nOr the logs caught fire
\nOr no animals we could catch
\nWe had to really improve our skills
\nLearn in a lowly patch
\nLearn about the countryside
\nSurvival was the way
\nKnowledge was just everything
\nThat we must learn each day<\/p>\n
We sang we recited poetry
\nMusic was a way
\nWe climbed the hills we walked a lot
\nWe learned and we did play
\nClimbing trees and using the great height
\nTo see lots more
\nFrom What our eyes could see from standing on the earth
\nJust to explore<\/p>\n
Further, we were learning, the university of life
\nWas all around us
\nThe superiority
\nOf a heightened position
\nA vantage point seemed right
\nOver the hills and far aWay
\nWe were up there day and night<\/p>\n
The wonders that were nature
\nThe damsel fly in flight
\nThe aquamarine its beauty
\nEverything was right
\nAn abundance of true wild folk
\nAnd all of us here were
\nHappy they were able
\nTo provide their flesh and fur<\/p>\n
All the while we were learning
\nMindful of each day
\nEach has a gift to give another
\nThat is how we pay
\nWe learn from the outside picture
\nHow the jigsaw fits in place
\nWe share we care we are aware
\nAnd thus create our space<\/p>\n
We each have our allotment
\nAnd administrate it too
\nSeeding grading growing
\nMaking the soil anew
\nWith leaves and thatch and herbage
\nAs our great mother does
\nAt the feet of the giant oaks
\nThe rotting leaves all buzz<\/p>\n
With life with lots of insects
\nAnd birds that come to sing
\nAnd others that come to eat the birds
\nThis web of life does bring
\nAn order to our living
\nWe must not think in haste
\nEverything has value
\nA precursor that is based<\/p>\n
On the truest reality
\nThe embryonic way
\nThe ancestry that put us here
\nOn any given day
\nWe think ahead 4000 years
\nTo what might then be here
\nAnd whether those who walk these moors
\nWill do so with a tear<\/p>\n
In their eye from the winters wind
\nWill they stop and see
\nOur kists and our stone circles
\nAnd know now where we be
\nWill they see long barrows
\nAnd henges and will they
\nWonder how we managed
\nTo pass our lives away<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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