Monday, 23 April 2012
Beloved of Martin Weir
Healing weather will soften,
wear the edges of the chiselled letters
that scar the memorial stone
A shepherd’s shadow
breasting the summit of Little Mell Fell
falls tall before it, into evening.
For eighty two brutal, beautiful
years he’d been bound to his land
his sheep. He hadn’t looked back.
© Sophia Roberts
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