Unrecorded history. storypoem
I camped below a rocky tor.
Although I'd not been there before
It felt somehow familiar.
I did not want to drive too far.
I had been late in starting out
And I had too much about.
The Dartmoor fog which frequently.
Descended very suddenly.
Reducing visibility
To almost nil immediately.
I thought it wise to stay the night
and make a start by broad daylight.
I had chosen to drive this way.
Because I was on holiday.
A chance to see new scenery
I have no one to please but me.
I had prepared a picnic meal.
I sat and ate behind the wheel.
The mist descended quietly
and hid the rocky tor from me.
It formed a blanket thick and white
Which softly glowed in the moonlight.
It could have been a movie screen
And formed a backdropp to a scene.
A scene I never thought to see.
A piece of living history.
I watched a battle being fought
With iron weapons crudely wrought.
But still they killed the enemies
They fought with great ferocity
I saw men kill, I saw men die.
Beneath a blue and cloudless sky.
I know they fought long, long ago
But just how long I do not know.
It might have been the iron age.
I do not know enough to gauge.
Who they were by how they dressed.
The battle held my interest.
Because the sheer brutality.
Which somehow I was allowed to see.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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