Ham Hill

We stood atop the mighty Ham
Surveyed the lands beneath
The sun beat down as oft before
On heather, stone and heath

There before us countries spread
With many diverse kings
Who ruled their petty kingdoms
Forgetting goodly things

The standing stones in mystery ring
Gleamed golden in the light
And when inside, there comfort lay
Removed from fuss or fight

This little piece of Kernow
Standing high before the low
Has given freely of her heart
Of precious glistening stone

But much remains, tho’ quiet now
Not all her bounty’s fed
The mighty hill is justly sleeping
Keeps council deep within her bed

Ham Hill

BurtleBard

Burtle, United Kingdom

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