Tall the cliffs of stone
That mark the entry to my heart’s domain,
Wild and empty in its vastness
The solitude of living earth.
The wind lifts the heart
And bears it through the storm
To where the lichen crusted rocks
Cling to the clouds.
Part of my heart remains there
Scattered with the ashes of a lost love
Mingled with the joy and pain of memory,
Of childhood wonder and a lover’s kiss.
Deep the roots which bind me to that land,
Like the weathered pines that cling for life
To the purple hillside…
Genuflecting, but standing, still,
Naked in the mist.
Or the great stones,
Ice carved in aeons past
Into a landscape of dreams,
Marked by ancient hands
With figures of Light,
That I may stand beside them,
Millennia apart,
And recognise my kin.
I was asked to join this challenge by El of Far Out in Africa. If you haven’t been over there, do have a look. Wonderful pictures and stories!
In turn, today, should he choose to accept… I nominate Denis from Haiku Hound
The rules of Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge are:
1) Post a photo each day for five consecutive day
2) Attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction, non-fiction, poetry, or a short paragraph. It’s entirely up to the individual.
3) Nominate another blogger to carry on the challenge. Your nominee is free to accept or decline the invitation. This is fun, not a command performance!




























Gorgeous heather! Where/when was picture taken?
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Last August.. Derbyshire 🙂
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I bow down, humbled, by your wonderful kin as my mind drifts through the rocks and valleys of your wonderful poem. True beauty in every line. Excellent!
D.
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It is a very special place for me wherever the heather grows.
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I love heather
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so do I
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Thank you for playing along – I love the words in your poem! And that photo is beautiful.
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Thanks for asking me 🙂
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Again… beautiful words to go with a most lovely photo.
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Thanks, Dale
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Beautiful writing
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Thank you
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I can’t believe how beautiful the heather is! Your words express the pull on your heart so well (and from the photo I can see why!)
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The photos never really capture it… but yes, it calls… always.
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Beautiful photo, Sue.
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Thank you.. a beautiful dawn, that was 🙂
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