The creaking gate<\/p>\n
a portal to a Neolithic place<\/p>\n
shrouded in a weave of trees<\/p>\n
seclusion and such grace<\/p>\n
in essence where quiescence and a stillness<\/p>\n
and tranquillity<\/p>\n
opens minds to a gaping fold<\/p>\n
of meadows sweet<\/p>\n
and symphony<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
of cornfields drowned in midnight blue<\/p>\n
a prominence wet with the dew<\/p>\n
each matrix \u00a0of each moment<\/p>\n
behold Chipping below<\/p>\n
its precincts all embracing<\/p>\n
the light we now bestow<\/p>\n
rooves decking and rafters<\/p>\n
gables pitch and height<\/p>\n
from this gradient seeing<\/p>\n
the fluidness of light<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
assiduous and regular<\/p>\n
the feet of robed souls \u00a0stood<\/p>\n
engaged in patient prompitide<\/p>\n
seemingly for good<\/p>\n
entrnched up here in history<\/p>\n
of base solidity<\/p>\n
enduring many centuries<\/p>\n
of ritualistic druidry<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … Continue reading