Category: From Warminster to Shillingstone



The wild birds

Inhabit these hills


And I, a walker,

Glancing down the valley


Dazzled by gleaming lights

Flung across the fields like necklaces


I feel connected

With the wind


The grass under my feet

God’s sky above my head.




Sky containing wonder

            you drive my eye upwards

                        to God.


I do not often see

            such beauty here on earth,


Myself but a blurring image

            a poor imitation.


Image by Ahmed Hegazy from Pixabay