When dawn broke on those summer days,
four giants were surrounding him,
and farmers with their windrow hays.

Behind white cotton grass, sky greys,
wind keen, the weather's looking grim.
This top could keep you lost for days.

And now a kinder choice of place,
Hides a water pool with bright rim,
it's downfall fed, high wind back sprays.

Thoughts churning in the morning haze.
Sheep shyly nibble green giants chin,
whilst faithful collie rounds the strays.

When lantern gorsers set ablaze
these flanks of bracken, russet limb,
bilberries sprang on all the leys.

Up the clough they spent those fairy days,
harebells by flag paths where pipits sing.
Guardians of noise, dark smoke, and craze,
on those well dressed enchanted ways.

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