Rombold’s moor, Yorkshire, England, named after a mythical Giant and contains within it’s boundaries the famous Ilkley Moor with it’s Cow & Calf rocks. Though not large it is covered with small neolithic circles, engravings and symbols. A favourite place as a boy, full of history and mystery.
If you listen a stifled laughter can just be heard
as the Breeze guiltily plays the Gorse Maze,
for it knows that nothing should be stirred
yet delights in mischief within the Haze.
Summer’s work should be respected,
after all the time he spent on this Art
his Masterpiece each year now expected
demands a solemn silence on our part.
Stretching out beyond the grey Crags
are draped velvet Cloaks, purple and green
which over the Valley both bunch & sag,
shine and shade marking where he’s been.
There lies under this Sea of Heather and Fern
something that beckons me to this Moor
and compels me forever to return
so to abide by some ancient Law.
For there are secrets left here to trace,
and knowledge carved on the stone .
You can feel the magic in this Place
for on the Moor you’re never alone.