by Cath Barton
On the upward our hearts pump,
Feet squelch in mud,
Muscles contract in effort and sweat. Seeing us tramp past,
Sheep pause in their chewing
Bemused, then resume. Above it all our vision clears.
We catch the flail of the wind
And the savour of the day. We have walked the circuit,
The moon gate,
Hearts’ ease.
Editor's note: (to visit the Sugarloaf, click here)
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Evocative - a picture drawn in a few apt words.
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