The Back Bone of the Dales

Many are the miles you snake along the hillsides, through the valleys, conforming to the highways, partitioning pasture from pasture neighbour from neighbour, friend from foe, son from father. a face unperturbed… one inhaling scenic grace spring chattering birth Sanctuary to winter flock shelter for the beast, many characteristics embraced within your tenacity, while countless shapes formulate your strength, crag face monument a testament to this place, stone the essence. breaking dawn’s sunrise … golden threads breaking the mist surfing nether clouds Many years you’ve stood against sweeping rain, hoarfrost nights, the heat of summer, the inane rambler that mounts your very strength rests wearily for a while, never a thought for whom created you, from out of the very ground you now preside over. there are no concepts… only seasons to embrace and generations © Harry J Horsman 2022