Divulging what lies beneath
Something solid and lasting
Where Bronze Age hunters paused
Perusing the land like birds of prey
Considering their next moves.
Waiting at the self-same spot
Watching a treeless distance appear
Bereft of wild boar or hunting deer
Reaching up to green Back Spond,
Kettleshulme and far beyond.
Silent rocks still show the way.
Cares require a gathering up
Just like prevailing winds
About this jagged jawbone
Where the golden plover sings