The mountain trail you chose
To walk today was once
Full of the echoes
Of peasants going back
And forth from one village
To the other; by the time
You finished you’d walked
Six miles and heard nothing
Human but the sound
Of one foot talking
To the other, both yours
For the asking.
I remember sitting near Loch Brittle taking pleasure in the quiet. That silence owed a good deal to the clearances two hundred years or so back.
ReplyDeleteFine poem. The title is evocative in several directions too.
ReplyDeleteThank you both; good to know others also appreciate the quiet that helps us compose ourselves.
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