Nineteen years or so ago
I climbed the five bar gate
Walked two thousand metres
Over the pipeline
I kicked stones down to the river
Whistled to the sheep
Who appeared to be reasonably settled
By the trout pass I took off my boots
Dangled my feet into the water
Of the wrapped around hillside
Only now the laughter
a poem from the collection Watercombe - Love in Open Moorland, available from itunes by clicking on this link