walking up' ogden

separate yet together, we walk,
side by side amongst moor-deadened heather.
during these times it’s rare we talk,
keeping eyes steady on the horizon
where skies are spliced with white
and graceful structures circle
as hilltop air fills the benign spikes
of these mills with life, of a kind.

clouds hang low, a purple-grey vision,
holder of the sweet aroma of rain,
as we obey the rolling rhythm
driving onwards, easing human pains.
one foot after another, we walk,
all else asunder. this is the silence of a sunday,
but as we go, we are aware,
not fools - we know that soon is monday.

still now, breathe freedom
as the valley unfolds
the striped haphazard perfection,
the fields that fill me with hope.
‘it’s like time’s gone by’
we nostalgically sigh, and oh!
for a simple life; amongst rolling hills,
green fields, and my beloved, dry stone walls.