Tracks Through Time

TRACKS THROUGH TIME The Sand and pebbles of this stoney way Once made a shore on warm Jurassic sea High dunes in desert, by great ocean bay Now heathland slopes and barrows that we see These tracks between the heather fronds touch light Cross pine tree hurst with gorse in blossom gold Once paced by tiger, brazen eyes burned bright And swarthy hunters skilled in ways of old O’er neat home gardens - flowers bloom in line Where thrush and warbler each a sweet air sings Within a span of geologic time Great pterodactyls soared on scaly wings Our world, perceived by some: in dire decline Goes on with little care for our brief lives Yet we may play a part in its design At least as wardens - lest it be our shrine