Norbury Hill by Rosa
Poised as a giant stepping stone
between the Mynd and Stiperstones
It stands aloft, grassy-soft and proud
along the ancient track
Where hawthorns laid in centuries back
succumb to the winds of change
This lush pasture and yarrow like stars
seem good enough to nourish a suckling herd
But now only rabbits dart into the gorse
with their burrows honeycombing the summit
We come at rising full moon, first of the autumn month
a whisper after Michaelmas
As the bell of St Michael’s church chimes the hour
ringing in the new guardianship
Low stones hint at mysteries and messages long buried
awaiting the next human dispensation?
Below the huge brackenside merges into reeds
where butterfly and reptiles have their freedom
The land folds and pleats down with the water-flow Onnywards
and up towards the noble Linley Beeches…..
Who knows what this hill has to offer – and we can only ask
how can we sustain and honour this special place?