Out of events we created for the BM125 project, grew poems that we are sharing here. This is the second half of a poem that began in “A field rustles… parts 1 and 2”
When you visit Arbor Low or Minning Low or walk along an old road, look at the fields around you as well as at the ancient monuments themselves. Our haymeadows hold their own stories
Poems are often best read out loud, so pause and share this with a friend. or if you are on your own, speak it to the wind and the flowers themselves
Hayfield, part 3
Futures are rooted in this rare and ancient place,
Still growing memories
Having fun in the river, catching insects,
A diving beetle!
Knapweed and burnet nod purple heads
Studding the rippling ribbons of colour
Black medick nods, yellow heads in the hot dry grass.
Seeds of the future in a rare and ancient place,
Lose the meadow and the memories wither too,
The cows across the field will sleep only in the present.